Hur tungt kan det bli?

Ibland är det jobbigt. Ibland mer än så. Det känns som att man kämpar för folk som aldrig kommer att bry sig till den grad man vill. Själva kampen är självisk och den drar bara ner en. Man borde sluta men att göra det...

Down the river with torn spirits within.
Though you loose, the empty vessel keeps on living.
And when a shot in the crowd makes no sound the road has come to an end.

How beautiful am I now, 50 pounds away, when the struggle of heavy nights still drags me down.
Do I speak the truth when you dont care?
Why do I bother if the lights are fading?

Beloved few.
Beloved you.
No reason to linger anymore and to let the hand slowly fall.

When all is fixed games, and love wont conquer.
I cling to the dream, a fools wish.

Maybe I'm too right, down this highway.
Singing though it makes no difference. All to make you laugh.
I wont win the fight, when there's none to win. But still I try.
Your blood pumps in the veins to a heart that remains.
Not wounded, not whole. How can you stand, for what is that will there?

Are you there? The tracks lead away. The sound has faded and the light is gone.

I am.

Be here with me.