Sometimes that little hint of truth<\/p>\n\n\n\n
you fight so long to find<\/p>\n\n\n\n
that glinting, glimmering treasure<\/p>\n\n\n\n
the message and meaning of it all<\/p>\n\n\n\n
means so little once you\u2019ve found it<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Changes nothing and sheds no light<\/p>\n\n\n\n
and all that time and effort<\/p>\n\n\n\n
is just wasted in the struggle<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Crawling through the wreckage<\/p>\n\n\n\n
looking for that shine of hope<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Sometimes survival is all there is<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Life goes on with or without it<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The how\u2019s and why\u2019s juet can\u2019t erase<\/p>\n\n\n\n
the pain you felt in finding out<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That pain that means you lived through it<\/p>\n\n\n\n
just might be all you need<\/p>\n<\/body>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"