(I have been seeing alot of our fellow members here deal with depression and bad times in their lives so I decided to write a song) [all babyfurs may relate]
There sits a small boy
Crying for Salvation!
Home is his own personal hell!
Pain is nothing new to him
Yet he is still alive!
They may have made you
But they cannot break you
You keep your eyes on the prize
Which is reaching Paradise
Keep running! The light is near
Hold your head high and show no fear
This house is not a home
Its a prison which you were sentenced to Life
It's hard always enduring the harassment
Their words like whips! Always lashing at you
There is no need to take it
Its time to break this f*****g habit
Dont Fear the reflection in the mirror
Dont be afraid of who you have become
Your tough exterior hides something precious on the inside
No matter how you look, you are still you
Always clinging to hope, you made it through
So before you walk out through that door
Remember what you scribbled on the wall once before
They may have made you
but they cannot break you
(Didn't Let Hope Die!)
You keep your eyes on the prize
Which is reaching Paradise
(Didn't Let Hope Die!)
Keep running! The light is near!
hold your head high and so no fear!
(You Didn't Let Hope Die!)