Maybe its the weather, gloomy,
Maybe its that feeling before dread,
Maybe its the things you can't explain,
Maybe its the things you left unsaid.
Maybe you're not meant for trouble,
Maybe your calm stirs up the storm,
Maybe its the thoughts that carelessly crumble,
Before even rightly taking form.
Maybe you're a tarnished diamond
Waiting for water that washes well,
Maybe you just need the light to hit you,
At an angle for your shine to dwell.
Maybe you're just tired of dreaming,
Maybe you're trying too hard to live,
Maybe you just need to find meaning,
Maybe you should learn how to forgive.
Maybe all you need is purpose,
And a path paved with belief,
Maybe then you'll conquer hurdles,
Maybe then, you'll finally find relief.
