It's three o'clock in the morning,
you lie awake with a heavy heart.
You're thinking, "What is the meaning?
Was I a waste?
A mistake from the start?"
You just can't seem to remember
The last time anyone seemed to care.
All passion seems to wither
When it seems you have no purpose here,
but you hold the power to be
The living breathing purpose you were made to be.
Don't throw it away!
It's only takes one spark to start an everlasting fire in your heart.
Destiny is different than a dream.
Despite our failures