We struggle to survive in the world so loveless
The hope in our hearts was all that we had, but
By struggling inside and otherwise, we learned
Our beings being prepared to somehow endure
To stay above the surface, to not lose our place
Trying to breathe, as darkness pulled us below
Were we broken for someone's dark pleasure?
Did our scars teach us what we couldn't know
Experiencing trials, gives the context for hell
If we sacrifice, choosing life, or throw it away
I am too broken to choose more, so I stand up
Let me live, as I'm too far into the narrative
To ever give up
