You feel like a candle, in a hurricane. Just like a picture, with a broken frame. Alone, and helpless like youve lost your fight, but youll be alight. Cause when push comes to shove, you taste what youre made of. You might bend til you break, cause its all you can take. On your knees you look up, decide youve had enough. You get mad, you get strong, wipe your hands, shake if off. Then you stand. LIfes like a novel, with the end ripped out, the edge of a canyon with only one way down. take what youre given, before its gone, and start holdin' on. Keep holdin' on.