Questions still hang in the air Blank sheets of paper remain bare Occasional bumps we find at our feet The world can be harsh rather then sweet Mistakes can stain the human mind Sometimes we can't see what we're trying to find Answers will come given time Each page will be filled with an ideal rhyme We'll walk the bumps but take it slow and learn how to cope for each day we grow we'll learn to forgive, though our minds won't forget We'll move on from our mistakes, rather then pile on regret. The sun comes up, the sun goes down There is always a light that can be found.