Sometimes we go through life without ever knowing why we are here.
Living our lives in fear, wasting away throughout the years.
Sometimes we take the long way home.
The longer the walk, the less pain our hearts feel.
Walking in the rain, humming along as the drops hit the ground.
Tears streaming down and not making a sound because the wind blew them away.
Time doesnt' heal all wounds, just numbs away the cares of the day.
Sometimes a stranger's voice is the most comforting sound.
When your world seems to come crashing down, they listen without judgement.
Sometimes we wonder if we are needed here, if we have a purpose.
Then a glimmer of hope shines thru the clouds.
As the last tear falls, you look up the sky and cry.
Hope is the last thing we have left......