It's hard to remind myself on some days
That life's worth living, feels like an endless maze
See, the world is tearing at the seams
Everywhere I look there's people with broken dreams

Each one of us seeking healing
All railing against the cards life been dealing
It's draining trying to live with these battle scars
Yet some pretend, live behind self erected bars

They think it a shame to be weak
Not understanding, everyone's outlook is bleak
Being strong is a choice we all gotta choose
We gonna fight or succumb to the blues?

I've got this theory that strength forms at our command
Some are fighters, go out on the attack sword in hand
Others make amour and shelter inside
Yet others use it up on masks behind which they hide

Me, I've made walking sticks I'm hobbing on
I'm chasing hope on broken legs, a slow marathon
When it comes down to the bottom line
We're all weak and none of us are really doing fine
We're all fighting in our own way, using all our strength
Struggling with all we've got to go life's length.