A lot has happened in past week
Enough said, done to make me weep
I’m trying, and I’ve gotta be strong

What I’m fighting for can only be won this way
Every time I lapse, I remember the face
The one sure thing that is my strength
Every time I lapse, I remember the voice
The one sure thing that gets me up

My breathing is slowly, but surely becoming regular
And I wait until I again hit the crest
Sitting at the bottom of the trough
There’s only one way to go from here
Up, up and up.