By Akilika Q
Come on, pull through . . .
Something has to be done,
But it can only be done
In your own heart.
I know it's painful,
I know it's hard,
But you've got to try
To hang on.
If your fingers are slipping,
If you're falling,
Just . . . try, for you,
To get back on the train.
I know it's hard,
I know you're slipping,
But close your eyes
And press ahead.