The web of lies, the deceit, the cries

When push comes to shove

You want none of the above.

Don't blame yourself, don't sulk in pity

Don't shed that tear, you are far too pretty.

Why oh why must I sit and sigh

the world is ready to tackle, if I just try.

These grey clouds, these darkened times

they only push us to climb and climb

You're almost there, up to the top

Don't give up, now don't you stop.