I\'m weak,
I plead,
I reach for a helping hand,
And I am glad,
I\'m the lucky one,
To have so many friends.
Yet every day,
I need to win,
The loneliest of the fights,
And all I see,
Are clouds and mists,
In spite of all the lights.
I\'m weak,
I cry,
I struggle all alone,
And yet I win,
Another day,
The means to carry on.