Each step is a last one to take,
Every hope is hazy and blank.
In between a rock and a hard place,
Where faith and confidence are scarce.
Words have lost meaning,
Air and doubts are visible but winning.

At the verge of breakdown,
Where the bridge of hope is shaking.
In despair, despondence, dejection and alone,
Where the dimmest light is lacking.
There's no best to hope for,
Only the worst now than before.

There's triumph in failing, they say,
Or at least learning in a way.
Even when they go astray,
There's still you in stand.
Use your right to get back the left hand,
In YOU the lost hope can be found.