The Fall

Don’t wanna fall Don’t wanna feel this way anymore And don’t wanna see any disaster ´cause it eats my insides. Everything is climbing by the walls, I built a while ago And I am not safe, not anymore Everything is crumbling and nothing is like it should be I need a sparkle of hope in my way A little candle held in the numb night of my heart So I can get to see hope between this entire storm. So from the storm's eye where everything is calm, I can get to find a little hope, within this devastation and misery, I don't know if I should stay or should I go. If I stay in this storm awaiting for a calm that might never come, awaiting for the rain in the middle of the fire, where I keep on fighting and there don't seem an end this winds. the walls have crumbled away, now how can I cover myself? If I go, well, what else is there other than this endless fight? what am I gonna find at the end of that tunnel? should I finish with this fight now? without the knowledge of where does everything goes. Should I fall within the petals of the pavot, or should I keep on fighting for what I believe, although I'm tiered, although I don't know what I want anymore. ~Anna