Everything is looking up for the better of us. I can't fathom the chance of failure when all is so aligned, and these dreams are at my expense, so expect my best. And when the time is now, I'll have my empty hands reached as high as you will allow, with open arms ready for the rainfall to pour down. By now I've come to find out my hopes were left to sickle in shining light, far from my grasp, therefore I'm left with nothing. Where do we go from here? All Is lost and we can't recover from this name. But time to heal, we're left with nothing. I've learned to keep my aspirations safely buried deep within. Resort to average, to usual. No reason to reconsider my faith, because I'll never be answered. With no progress, we are left to fend for ourselves in the hands of something more.