THERE IS HOPE

THERE IS HOPE,

WHERE DO I FIT IN? OH I FIGHT SO HARD YET I CAN'T WIN,

THEY SAY I HAVE A PAST, I AM AN OUTKAST, IN SOCIETY I WON'T LAST,

WHERE DO I FIT IN? I KICK SCREEM, SCRATCH ,BITE, CUSS, AND FUSS,CONFUSE,

MISSUSED, ABUSE,MY EGO IS BRUSE, OH I FEEL JUST LIKE A MOTHERLESS CHILD,ALL MY HOPES

DREAMS ARE DERAIL,TOO MENY DEAD TRIALS OF HURT,AND PAIN,SO MANY HAUNTED MEMORIES,BLOOD

SWEAT AND TEARS, BUT SOMETHING IN ME SAID HOLD ON, KEEP ON FIGHTING,DON'T GIVE UP,PICK YOURSELF

UPAND DUST YOURSELF OFF, KEEP UR EYES ON THE PRIZE, ITS GONNA BE ALRIGHT, THERE IS LIGHT AT THE END,

OF THE TUNNEL, THE SUN WILL SHINE AGAIN,JUST BELIVE THERE IS HOPE,