How is it that I am breathing?
I thought I would have died...
With this blockade in my heart,
and the pain I've failed to hide...

How am I still walking,
I would have thought myself standing still,
With this crippling illness I've contracted,
and the emptiness I cannot fill...

How am I still laughing,
I would have thought it to be dead,
With the sadness in my heart,
But Im still holding up my head.

How am I still crying?
I would have thought I would run dry,
With the rivers every flowing,
But somehow I manage to cry,

How am i still hoping...?
I would have thought my dreams would die...
With the circumstance, the broken faith...
But I hope, I breath, I walk, I laugh... I cry..