Binance

Prisoner Of Hope (Moss Allie)

The bar is set so high that I can walk right under Can't reach even on my tippy toes No matter how far I run in training for this marathon I trip and fall, lose by a nose Then something taps me on the shoulder I listen when it's older than me, it says Look up, reach out your hand You can't see anything new 'til you change where you stand I'll throw you a rope You know you're just a fellow prisoner of hope Another day, another no Sucker punch leaves me bunched on the floor (woe is me) This is when I fall into a downward spiral Negative thoughts feed vanity (& I'm so hungry) From the high wall Sometimes all we see is how hard we could fall So what if we do Rise mud-scraped & bruised Maybe we have to be a little bit broken to hear hope call