It's okay,
I can make it alright, do you know?
I can smile and laugh, and it goes away.

I can look at you, and it's alright again,
I can think of our memories, and it passes by
I can choose to look up, to move on, to live for life

and you can say 'hello' and the world is better again.

When I look into your eyes,

Suddenly I realise,

That life just isn’t worth living without you,
 

I thought I had a future,

My whole life mapped out and planned,

And then you came along,

With your smile and your song,

And my heart seemed to sing

and I reached out for your hand

No words

man and daughter sit in silence,
   she wrings her hands as his eyes drift slowly,
      almost meditating on the text within the paper.

            The gentle whirring of the computer hums monotonously and she watches him,
                 reading the words, his eyebrows knitted as he figures out what it means.
                     with only a few mumbles of 'oh' and 'good one' to guide her,
                         she racks her memory, trying to recall the words she had read from the paper.

                              empty hope.

Lighthouse over troubled waters

It's going to be okay.

 

When the rain starts pouring, and you can't see for fear

I  want you to know, it's okay, I'll be here.

 

When things get messy and an answer can't be found

I think you should know, it's alright, I'm around

 

When you're sad or confused or lost in dispair

I urge you to know, I'm here and I care

 

When you've lost where you're going, and can't find your way,

I  need you to know, I'm your friend, here to stay

 

When the going gets tough, and you think there's no hope,

When you're not sure where to go, and you don't know how to cope,

When you can't find the words,but you just need to talk,

When you try to run away, but you can't even walk,

When you can't see the light, and you're tired of fighting,

let me put into words, my plea, in my writing.

 

Stay strong, be brave, look up and you'll see,

Your troubles and toils will at last set you free,

And you'll fly like a bird, away from the nest,

With your troubles and toils, at last laid to rest.

 

It's going to be okay.