His hurt and his scars always seem to grant him with hope br Yet he still always tries to forget and to cope br As he lies awake alnight, drowning in his own tears br The memories come back to haunt him and he adapts to more fears br Waking up each day is his greatest expense br He is convenced the only solution is to put a hault to his existence br After searching and searching he has found something in his sight br He experiences new feelings of comfort and delight br Never has anything made him feel so invincible and free br Never has he been so happy and not have to pay a free br This gift he possesses is the antidope to it all br It is his bandaid and makes him feel so very tall br Many view this as a waste of devoted time br Nothing is a waste if it motivates you to climb br Nothing will heal, it is only but a tourniquet br This is as close to acceptance as he appears to get br Despite his everlasting pain and things from the past br He can lick the taste of happiness with this gift he found at last br He trusts in his heart, this is the only thing that won't ever leave him br It is the only thing that doesn't make him feel condemned br Each hour you spend dreading upon something is a waste of an hour br You have to get thru the thorns in order to find the flowerbr br Andrew Hoffmanbr br