What joyful words are these I speak?
How must these stories be?
If to despair is to turn your back on God,
Then I am walking away.
The road of life is so overgrown,
I can barely set down my feet.
How can this pathway continue on
When I cannot see its way?
I stumble on broken roots and rocks
While I try to see what's ahead.
But it seems the more I strive, the more I lose.
Or maybe what is lost is gone.
The bubble world where I once lived
Has shattered and blown away.
Scattered to the brutal winds,
My life in fragments whirls.
I trip and fall on weeds and brambles
And swear I'll never rise again.
But in the end I stagger up,
And then continue on.
Do I seek to find my life again?
Or am I simply stubborn
And won't admit defeat?
Because I go on, as I always shall.
When I fall I climb back up,
No matter what the cost.
Perhaps at the end I will find meaning.
Perhaps at the end I won't be lost.
As I have been time again.
My eyes dry, I continue on,
No matter what the cost.