I walked home against the violent winds
The tire swing swung violently on the tree
Rain started to pour, there was no peace in my mind.
I looked back at the house I've come to hate.
How can one hope in such a place?
I'm a nightingale in a cage,
the world will never hear my song.
Perhaps if I remain hopeful things will change?
Maybe the gods will pity me in this place?
Is this really all life had to offer me?
How many times do I have to fight to be free?
I fought so hard, and until today I was fighting.
After a war, comes another. There's no end to it.
I feel like as if I am already in my hell.
Doomed to suffer, then reborn again with the same fate.
Over and over again, pain enters this life.
Over and over again, there's no end to it.
Perhaps if I tried hard enough, I thought.
I tried and tried, and still, nothing was reaped.
It's hopeless isn't it, I stared up in the clouds.
There is no heaven after this, just darkness.
Perhaps if I turned them off, the world will be quiet.
Perhaps if I'm invisible, trouble will no longer hunt me down.
Perhaps if I stopped being who I was, I wouldn't have to be so strong anymore.
Perhaps if I let it all go, things will start to get better.
"Perhaps if.." by Nadine Dorado