The clock says it's late
To sit up in agony
To stay up and wait
So I walk up the porch, give one last glance at the road
And lock the door
I get in my bed
But leave lights on
Just in case you were to drive past
Just in case you wanted to come back
I want you to think I'm up
Because I am.

Hold On

The pain will end. The storm will pass. The sun will shine and light up your heart. You won't remember how you got in or how you got through, but you'll remember the happiness greeting like an old friend, promising you warmth and safety and happiness. You'll smile. You'll laugh. There's only way up after the fall. You'll find new faces to make your day, this pain soon will fade away. You will be able to look back without the pain in your chest, just remember God throughout your quest. No where else will true happiness you find, after all they are all human, no one divine. Your God has carried you through the storm, when no one gave you their supportive arms. All night long he heard you cry, build you up and made you fly. Long after you'd lost all hope, Allah showed you an open door. And now that you're happy do not forget, how he let you bend but never break.