pick me up from fear and uncertainty
let me drink from a glass that is half full
lead me to a life of diversity
remind me how to dream and be willful
when everything has been said and done
we only have ourselves to depend on;
despite fleeting glimpses of hope are gone
there will always be a new horizon.
mere words amidst inaction and frailty,
stem from the lack of courage to believe.
It’s always a choice not uncertainty
to believe in what our mind can perceive.
will you face forward or opt for a ruse,
at the end of the day, what will you choose?
