Doubt

Someone once told me that this world ain't right
That there are some moments when you lose the fight
If that time is now then why am I here?
Look into my eyes...is there any fear?

Disappointment sometimes makes you ask the question:
"For what do I fight?"...well...you know the answer
You fight for that feeling that you always get
When, at break of dawn, you're holding her hand

Never doubt the power of feelings, my friend
For when you wake up, she's holding your hand
And whatever happened, she'll always be there
So stop all this nonsense, don't you even dare...