Reaching,
such a hard thing to do,
when the world is full of people
who'll only push you away

people who push and pull,
interrogate and change
till your attitude and soul
is manipulated like a ball of clay

In the hands of madness
and the heart of discontent,
you will either overcome
or be undermind

to those or others
you may be nothing,
but inside is the grasp of true potential

potential is the wings
on the backs of angels
that lets you fly
and lifts you from the depths of pain

why, if the world was just
a little different,
potential
would be just enough...