no easy way out

Just when she thinks things are getting smoother
Just when she thinks life was getting simpler
Just when she allow her dreams to soar a bit higher
Life snarls again with its claws sharped stronger...

Someone once told satisfaction is all we are after
Each one for himself, a selfish tolerator
She begs to see some higher divinity, peace of mind
Where love truly exists, selfishness devoid

Forgiveness for hurting, if hurting is what it was
Allow a bit more space, for this weak soul to grow
Forgiveness for believing, in a life based on hope
Within these shackles, she'll strive a bit more...