Live On

What are you to do
when the sun isn't the sun anymore?
When it's just an eye
looking down on you
with the same near-tragic disappointment
so clearly visible in the faces
of everyone else around you.

What are you to do
when the wind isn't the wind anymore?
When it's just another voice
telling you how worthless you are;
how much of a failure you are;
and how you will never amount to anything.

What are you to do
when the rain isn't the rain anymore?
When it's just more tears.
More tears to compliment
the hundreds that you've already shed;
each more pointless than the last;
none of them helping in the slightest.



You live on.



You live on, knowing that for every condemning look,
there is a praising look.
That you just haven't noticed them,
because you thought the others were right-
but they're wrong.

You live on, knowing that just because the angry voices are the loudest;
it doesn't mean that the joyous ones don't exist.
Knowing that truth doesn't come from hatred;
it comes from love.

You live on, knowing that tears don't have to be sad-
that tears can help you feel alive,
with a fierce and unrelenting joy.
And that for every tear shed in woe,
two will be shed in exultation.

So live on, my friend.

Live on, and see the sun as a beacon of hope.
Live on, and hear the wind as a harbinger of change.
Live on, and feel the rain wash away the past.



Live on.