I’m sick and tired of,
holding this all inside.
I’m sick of everyone’s thoughts,
holding onto my pride.
So I’ve strived,
to make my face soften.
Though my prayers,
still aren’t answered very often.
Though prayin seems like clockwork,
and clocks well they just don’t have brains,
I’m holdin’ on,
until I, go insane.
Cause brains sometimes seem overrated,
in the this world oh so over-debated,
just statin’ the facts,
hope that I can relax,
hope it’s better, now on.
Dusk has dawned,
and all those worried days are gone.
Though my thoughts have been harsh,
I still remain hopeful,
that a boat-full of luck must be,
headin’ my way.