I can almost see it That dream I'm dreaming but There's a voice inside my head sayin, "You'll never reach it", Every step I'm taking, Every move I make feels My faith is shaking but I Got to keep trying Got to keep my head held high
The struggles I'm facing, The chances I'm taking Sometimes might knock me down but No I'm not breaking I may not know it But these are the moments that I'm going to remember most yeah Just got to keep pushing on,cause
There's always going to be another mountain I'm always going to want to make it move Always going to be an uphill battle, Sometimes I'm gonna to have to lose, Ain't about how fast I get there, Ain't about waiting on the other side It's the climb
Keep on moving Keep climbing Keep the faith baby It's all about It's all about The climb Keep the faith Keep your faith
Every tear that had to fall from my eyes, Everyday I wondered how I'd get through the night, Every change, life has thrown me, I'm thankful, for every break in my heart, I'm grateful, for every scar....
Life gets that much harder, It makes you that much stronger
Some people just don't always tell when they're in the pit of despair. They put on a bright, brave face even when they're cracking up inside. Perhaps they're trying to keep you safe from the dark faces raging inside then, as if depression were contagious. Or perhaps it's just that isolation; the curse of depression- has made them unable to communicate at all. Something tragic happens - and our life shatters, to fall apart. Sometimes there is an obvious trigger for this sudden crumbling of reality. All we know is that we are contemplating a terrifying future that has no meaning. Maybe you can talk about in occasions when you have struggled to make sense of random misery or have felt loneliness and confusion. Everyone feels that way sometimes. It is just that in depression, that feeling is magnified to become supreme, unsplendid isolation. There is no magic cure, one have to wade through the fog before able to reach sunlight. It's only a tiny comfort, but perhaps this debilitating, energy, draining, all consuming black hole serves a purpose. Is like a dark room where you're developing the next chapter of life before living it. Recovery is painful. But it may be necessary for survival. One certainty is that we'll all have to deal with change- good and bad. Many of us will be dealing with different kinds of changes, the kind we don't want, don't expect and didn't plan for. It's easy to divide change into "good" and "bad" types, to welcome few certainties in life is that we'll have to deal with both kinds at some stage, whether we like it or not. We can't always plan for what's coming, but we can plan for the fact that “is coming". The way we feel about change and our approach to it generally is one of the most important factors in our lives and can make more of a difference to our happiness and life direction than anything else. It's not just a question of rolling with the punches, but of knowing how to deal with endings and allow the possibility of new beginnings.
I'll never let you go So, never let me go I will be your journey And you will be my road Down the stormy path Love will never come to pass It will be an anchor Although the winds may blow
And through the depths of high and low Wherever you will go, I'll follow To the end, back again You know
Won't let you fall Fall out of love 'Cause together we'll be holding on 'Cause all we have is us Won't let you go Go away again Because life don't mean nothing at all If I don't have your love
I will dry your tears Take away your fears Let me be your shelter Your heart is safe in here So beautiful and pure There's nothing I would not endure Oh, love as got me blinded I see it all so clear
I'm down for you for whatever Anything you going through What's mine is yours Every little thing I got you Even when winds will change Come smashing down and crashing on you
I look into the window of my mind Reflections of the fears I know I've left behind Still so many answers I don't know Realise that to question is how we grow
The falling leaves Drift by the window The autumn leaves Of red and gold
I see your lips The summer kisses The sunburned hands I used to hold
Since you went away The days grow long And soon I'll hear Old winter's song