Reason

Yes, I fight for the reason.
Yes, still there is aim.
I’m trying to stay calm
Whenever feel pain.

There’s feelings to hide,
Hearing all of the hate,
Scrapping deeply inside,
Knowing nothing but drain.

Together feel empty,
Together still cry
And, even a moment,
Feels like alive.

Yet I hope for the best,
Though my faith is so dull.
For you to feel better,
Requesting to mull.

Having memories lost,
Trying blindly adjust.
Meeting envious world
And still feeling the rust.

I keep screaming and shouting,
Knowing fate is now all
We can change as we want,
Making choices our own.

I kept roaming inside
My own head for too long
And it seems that today
All I hear being “gong”.

Makes the melodies sudden,
Beating right in my chest,
Tells me, rise from the ruin,
To find my own quest.

And now I feel heartbeat
There fading inside,
Getting myself so nervous,
As if there to hide.

And I keep recognizing
That I’m here to try
Even if seems impossible
I just want something right.

And the stars that are beautiful,
Shining right through the night,
I’ll be happy to tear all them,
If you are the reason I fight.