Good morning... =l

Just keep moving forward.

He opens his eyes in the morning, and that's where it starts.
The pain fills his veins the worry fills his head, and the tomorrows start to flow on in. Lately theirs been no break, lately theirs just been pain, and the loneliness soaked into his heart dosen't help. He sits their and stairs at the stars every night, star bright all that bull crap, but nothing changes, no one to sit next to him and do the same. Its a cold touch upon his lips, a cold brush of wind.
He sees the goal and walks through the mud and brush to get it, its not a easy short walk. Boots and skin get tore, pain fills his lounges pain fills his eyes, but he still see's the goal, the ending the new beginning, the warmth the fire, the life he knows he can live with.
He rolls over in bed hits the clock and stands. Its time to fight, its time to dig, its time to climb, this life is no match to me. I have patience, I have determination, and I have all the anger of today flowing through my blood pushing me forward.
He forgot about her and her a few miles back, they threw up a few blocks, but he's still alive. He forgot about you, and he pushes the old life out of his mind every day. Its gonna be nothing compared to the goal.