Dark and hopeless back when,
The days, a mess; nights sleepless again.
I would see it as the dead end,
Like being stuck in damp sand,
Yelling out for help, but no hand,
I just thought that this was the end.
But he told me, how poor you are,
For you cannot see, but I see just far,
That all this pain, and all these scars
Will lead you somewhere bright as star.
And now that I'm here, I can see my past,
And witness how strong, how long I last,
I see how beautiful is this contrast,
That if you're going through hell, keep going fast,
For once you've reached the point where you can see the vast,
You will smile and understand that you have now surpassed,
All those empty nights, and days overcast.