I\'ve learned by now
That there is no life without pain
I\'ve learned how the silence is really loud
Learned that my thoughts aren\'t normal or sane
But perhaps with that same pain and weight
Is how I can become something more
Perhaps its not too late
To take control
Maybe my meaningless bud
Could blossom and bloom
Maybe this body pumped by blood
Could make some room
For hope, or even happiness
And yes, I know, its a dangerous thought
Because hope is dangerous, more than the darkness
And as I look back at my life that has been wrought
How could I have room for such a thing?
But perhaps from that same dark, cold chrysalis
I will flourish and fly with ethereal wings
Through dark and light skies, limitless.
Can I take my suffering
And change it into something
Something more, something from my dreams
That I used to think were childish
And no, I won\'t be able to erase all the memories
All the hurt
But I can break through my walls and reveries
And learn to not be curt
Maybe I can take all the rotten words
Said to me like loser
And create my own world
With a brighter future
Perhaps I\'m not broken beyond repair
Though it sure feels like it
And yes, maybe life isn\'t fair
Maybe it isn\'t patient
But maybe I had to lose
In order to finally find me
Now I can see through the ruse
Of sadness that used to surround me
Maybe now I can flourish
By accepting the dark and perished
As a part of me
And I\'ll stop giving courage
To all the others who are selfish
And I might just flourish
Into something more
I\'ll be strong, and no longer cower
At the foreboding Raven\'s crow
Maybe then I\'ll blossom and flourish
Into a beautiful flower
No longer a sad, meaningless bud
But something more...