Here I continue struggling on my way
With nothing to use to make me strong
There is not right in this world - only wrong
And this life’s not black or white - only grey
How will I know I won’t be rejected?
How will I know I won’t be dubbed a jerk?
How will I know my friendships will all work?
How can I journey on unprotected?
What do I do if something new does come?
What do I do if my hands are empty?
And if there’s nothing left to aid me?
So what do I do? Do I walk? Or run?
Someone, anyone. Please give me a sign
Answer me! For I’m running out of time
31st May 2003
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