We wish,
We dream,
That the pain would just wash away with the rain,
The the hurt would just freeze with the snowy breeze,
We work,
We try,
To just run away, but never can we just get away,
The problems fly right, and set the pace ahead of us,
We fight,
We cry,
That the bruised would just heal,
They soldier on on all on their own, with nothing to carry them home,
We scream,
We yell,
That it all it all would just go away,
But we just lie there acting weak and fain,
He, She, They, Us, will be free
When we face the truth, look back, up, down, right and left the problems we have are all for the best