The bar is set so high that I can walk right under
Can't reach even on my tippy toes
No matter how far I run in training for this marathon
I trip and fall, lose by a nose
Then something taps me on the shoulder
I listen when it's older than me, it says
Look up, reach out your hand
You can't see anything new 'til you change where you stand
I'll throw you a rope
You know you're just a fellow prisoner of hope
Another day, another no
Sucker punch leaves me bunched on the floor (woe is me)
This is when I fall into a downward spiral
Negative thoughts feed vanity (and I'm so hungry)
From the high wall
Sometimes all we see is how hard we could fall
So what if we do
Rise mud-scraped and bruised
Maybe we have to be a little bit broken to hear hope call
