Some say we don’t have a chance in this fight
Others say we won’t survive the night
How can we defeat the enemy when it’s a million to one?
How can I carry this burden if it weighs a ton?
So what’s the point of trying?
I would rather be dying
Than to face this on my own
That I feel so alone
That I have no purpose
That I feel like the odd one in a circus
That I’m tired of fighting
That there’s nothing exciting
To keep me going
To keep my passion flowing
But when all feels lost there is always hope
So that we have the ability to conquer the highest slope