On hills and rocks lighthouses sit.

Rays from their windows lightly hit

The sea on which the ships do sail

Far away from home. And Hail!

The light will show them all the way 

To get home safely, through the fray. 

When will it go away?

We get up in the morning,

Always full of mourning;

Because there is no meaning,

To stand tall, faces beaming.

And so each day is the same;

We feel it so with shame.

But hope that a time will come,

Where we will not feel numb.

Giving us hope, it shines from the little things

Bright as a star through sadness and plight

In joy it clings, and does not squander

Determined to stay, it weathers through night

When shadows weigh heavy, and there is no hope in sight

Always remember that there is light

After you clean up one mess, there is always another

Two messes cleaned up, and there's a third 

It's something you can't control

It's a test you can't study for

But it helps us grow

Even more than we know

And our despair seemed to be endless

When we could not give you our last kiss, 

Our hopes and dreams seemed to flee away

But when we realized how you were so missed,

That is when we realized that love isn't far away 

I should have treated you better,

I should have sent you more letters,

But we can't regret our loss

For it is in loss that we truly learn to love. 

The downs will often seem larger than the ups

But to truly see we need to look around

The world may seem full of gloom

It may seem like there's no going back to how it used to be

But eventually the world will bloom

We face hardship that leaves us knurled

But in the end, our brain gains another wrinkle

Bringing out the best of us, as we inevitably dwindle

No matter our indifference

We all will make a difference

So as we fight on, we may just be dust in the wind

As worst brings out the best of us, we fight to say in

- Joey Goodenough

The world on our shoulders, the darkest of skies.

We try to be hopeful, we try not to fight

We try and we try, with strength and with might

But hate is a game, an innumerable thing

If we don’t try hard enough, it’ll come in full swing

So like Atlas we fall, and like Atlas we rise

We hold the the weight of the world

And our hope in the skies

For Atlas the pain was tremendous to bear

And all of the weight was held up by a hair,

Another ounce of grief, another ounce of defeat

And Atlas would fall and not rise to his feet.

Like Atlas we fall, and like Atlas we try

To surrender to storm, to turn our blind eyes

The weight on our backs from the grief in our minds

A world unattainable, we fall down the hills

We want to surrender, leave dreams unfulfilled.

For even as we grew, we grieved

And even as we hoped, we hurt

And though we tried, we tired

And the weight on our shoulders gave us one last chill

Like Atlas we fell, but we never rose

We gave way to our knees, we felt numb in our toes

And the world gave way, and the world started to fall

We couldn’t get up, or catch up to the hope-filled ball

Like Atlas we fell, and the world fell too

We didn’t fight, and we knew it was true

We knew our defeat was sowed by division

And we still fought ourselves, not together

Our final decision.

Like Atlas we fell, the weight on our shoulders

Like Atlas we fought, but the hate came in boulders

Like Atlas we cried, and like Atlas we grieved

But unlike for Atlas, for us, the world fell at its seams.