A Portrait of a Friend

Battling the current that the morning brings
Again I will wither to a false memory
And it won't be alright
And it won't be OK

There is no hope for all the portraits that I paint
If you want solace then its smiles I will bring

Drowning my sorrows
Till my heart gives in
The road goes on
But it never ends

Hope?

But you; like a morning star (morning star)
Like an injection to my heart, I rise up
I have risen (I have risen), now my road (Now my road)
Will have its end, There's always hope
And you were there when I awoke

I will now pray for you