Within

I'll hold my head up high,
Point it up towards the sky,
Waiting amongst the broken light,
Trying to win a loosing fight.
What I am holding onto pulls me apart,
It has been from the start,
The rope has thorns growing within,
Since when was holding on a sin?
Reality grabs me by the hand,
I guess I will never understand,
Why the thorns are growing now,
I won't let is take our final bow.
This can't be the end of it all yet,
Holding on won't be a regret,
Great things come to those who wait,
But in the end it comes down to fate,
To take my hand and pull me through,
I need to find out what is true,
Either tell me now or let me go,
Lift me up then drop me low,
One day I will learn to not jump in,
Maybe one day the thorns won't grow from within...