Sometimes you'll wake up broken-hearted,
With no memories of how this all started,
And stagger through the doorway in tears,
From the pain you've had through the years.
From all the despair and hardship of this life,
Insufferable pain cutting into you like a knife,
Feeling like you're on the verge of giving up,
Like you've been served life in a death cup.
But our fight for serenity is never effortless,
We don't suffer because we've been reckless,
Life suffers even the innocent and newborns,
I've been there and worn that crown of thorns.
Sometimes we try to hang by a single thread,
We walk on, on the hot coal where we tread,
Putting hope on nothing but the next breath,
Holding to anything that's better than death.
I know better because I too break down in fear,
But this pain and misery won't forever be here,
I know it's a terrible thing to suffer in your prime,
But I know you will stand again, all in good time.