During the times of suffering and pain,
When all we feel is the freezing cold rain.
Even if we don't believe we seem to pray,
For the chance to see just one more day.
Strange how hope comes in many forms,
And when it's shown we are lost in a storm.
It lets us have a fighting chance to go on our way,
Even if we have no doubt it'll be our last day.
We pray for help, guidance or ways to deal with it,
Sometimes we get it or maybe we don't get shit.
Yet sometimes it has to come from within,
And this is the only way we'll have a chance to win.
Come on you've got to have faith in yourself first,
Before anyone else can help quench your thirst.
Listen to my advice cause at one time in your life,
Your eventually going to suffer some amount of strife.
