I write for the worst of us
The ones who cry themselves to sleep
I weep
For the wrong-doers and the ones done wrong
And the happy ones who all along
Are just a tap away from breaking, shattering
The ones who make up and fake up, unflattering
Told they were nothing
We all want to be something
For the ones who loved and lied
And tried...but fell short
It was too far to land, too hard
But take my hand, take my hand
We'll find a way. Yeah, maybe not today
I know it hurts...and "what do I do, where do I go?"
We'll take it slow, we'll take it slow
Everyday is new, just give it a chance
Yeah, we may not find the answer
But we'll keep on growing stronger by trial
And you might be in denial
But a poet's purpose
Is to speak for the worst of us
I speak not from cause, but from love
Maybe a message from above
To tell you not to give up, look how far you've come
"What did I do, what have I done?" We'll all say if you're gone
You are loved