Stumbling

Stumbling through this world all by myself
Lost, alone, with no one else
With so many things on my mind
It hard to just let things unwind.
To guide a life to a future untold
I reach for something I cannot hold.
The people who don't see me cry
Will never know the colour of my sky
Frustration gets to me every day
In every way, I have to pay.
Independence is on my mind and in my heart
For living and dying is an art.