Can I part the sadness and make way for smiles and laughter?
Can I pull happiness from the dark and hold it up for all to see?
Can I bring happiness-if only temporary- through the words I speak?
Can I steer destiny onto the path of hope and happiness?
Can I paint flowers in the colours of life?
Can I teach the stars to glow?
Can I forge beauty from the ruins of despair?
Can I lift people from the depths of the bottle?
Can I keep my steady pace, even with boulders on my back?
Friends getting into weed/alcohol.
Dude I know who's going to jail.
Marks are falling.
Unsure of future.
I feel like I'm the friend who people keep around cuz I'm OK.