As rewarding as having something to believe in can be, it can also be a life saver. I am not a religious person, so for my entire life that thing has been music. The nature of what keeps you going is not the subject her but rather that you have something to keep you going.
Through this song I explore the things which keep us holding on. The things which eases our minds and give us hope in hard times. I feel its of the upmost importance that everyone has that special something that gives you hope and something to strive for, because in that hope is incredible power.
Instruments Used:
Acoustic Guitar
Voice
Toy Piano
Electric Guitar
lyrics
Well today was much harder than yesterday.
Despite the fact that yesterday’s hardly said goodbye.
And the air, whoa the air.
It is a thickening.
As every breath just makes it harder,
And harder to breath.
Despite the wreckage,
And the rubble,
And the suffering.
Im trying my damnedest to keep the earth,
From swallowing me.
And theres seems to be quite the standoff,
Between me and the gravity.
As she violently pulls me down to my knees.
But I aint giving up
Cause somewhere in this down there is an up.
And Im tired but I will measure up.
And Im beaten but I will hope for luck.
Cause I hope hope will save me when Im struck.
Save me when I’m struck.
Save me when I’m struck.
And I’ve never, been a scholar.
But I’m sure I’m listening.
To every bone, bending and breaking inside of me.
And there once lived an over glorified philosopher.
Who humbly stated that the earth belonged to weak.
But to me this seems to be oh so impossible.
As Im watching the earth devourer me.
But I aint giving up
Cause somewhere in this down there is an up.
And Im tired but I will measure up.
And Im beaten but I will hope for luck.
Cause I hope hope will save me when Im struck.
Save me when I’m struck.
Save me when I’m struck.
Theres no source, no tip, no tip to the needle.
There’s no fire to the flame,
No serrated edge the the blade.
And its not unlike being stabbed,
Repeatedly with a dull knife.
Until it finally breaks your skin,
and makes you bleed.
But I aint giving up
Cause somewhere in this down there is an up.
And Im tired but I will measure up.
And Im beaten but I will hope for luck.
Cause I hope hope will save me when Im struck.
Save me when I’m struck.
Save me when I’m struck.
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