They built me bridges made of lies,
Each step I took, the ground would die.
Promised sun, but left me rain,
Drenched in doubt, consumed by pain.
Still, I kept walking through the fire,
Holding on to one desire.
But now the flames have grown too high,
I can't help but wonder why.
Through the storms, I held my ground,
But some dreams shatter, don't come back around.
The light I followed starts to fade,
Was it worth the price I paid?
The walls I built begin to crack,
The weight of choices pulls me back.
Every promise feels like glass,
Breaking slowly as I pass.
Beneath the weight, I feel the strain,
The doubts, they echo in my brain.
Through the dark, I search for light,
But shadows keep me up at night.
Through the storms, I held my ground,
But some dreams shatter, don't come back around.
The light I followed starts to fade,
Was it worth the price I paid?
Was it worth it? Worth it?
And now the lies I used to fight,
They haunt me here in dead of night.
The fire burns, but not with hope,
It leaves me hanging from this rope.
Through the storms, I held my ground,
But some dreams shatter, don't come back around.
The light I followed slips away,
Was the dream worth the decay?
Now I stand, the echoes near,
No more shadows, only fear.
With these choices, hand in hand,
I wonder if I'll ever stand.