One never knows how much time is gifted to them
All one really knows is what is right there in front of them.
Many get consumed while other's just don't give a damn
Some are fighting for one more day
While others throw it all away.
I sit here tonight as I type this out
And I wonder why I am dealt the hand I hold
Why am I fighting to see tomorrow
When there are those that just don't care.
I fight and only God knows my pain and my fight
My stage is wide open
Yet I don't have a part just yet
I walk about and I wonder
What can I do to see tomorrow
Just one more day, just one more chance to know
What tomorrow will bring and offer when
My stage is crowed with dreams and wonders
Yet, I'm still waiting for the part to be mine to play
What hurts the most is not knowing
Hoping and wanting
Not knowing yet holding faith by the sleeve
I'm not ok, but yet I keep fighting
I watch as many walk away and never look back
Only few know, yet make me feel alone.
What is one to do when tomorrow isn't here yet
Yet I'll fight to call it mine
God only knows what is going to be
Yet I'm always never knowing
Just hanging on faith and a dream
Looking for tomorrow to be mine
While others walk on by.