Doubt

Doubt He was a child with empty hands, No one to hold, no one to understand. His mother's eyes were always turned, His father's love was never learned. At school he sat among the crowd, But every face was just a cloud. He learned to question what was true, He learned to doubt, and doubt, and doubt. He built his walls, he built his fears, He built his life on shifting gears. He never knew which way to turn, He never knew what he would learn. Doubt—the shadow in his chest, Doubt—the voice that never rests, Doubt—the mirror in his eyes, Doubt—the master of his lies. Doubt—the weight upon his soul, Doubt—the thing that takes its toll, Doubt—the question with no end, Doubt—his only faithful friend. He found a girl with gentle hands, He thought she'd help him understand. But every smile, every kiss, Was just another precipice. He doubted her, he doubted him, He doubted everything within. The love he gave, the love he took, Was just another crooked hook. He tried to trust, he tried to feel, But doubt was always twice as real. He couldn't hold what he couldn't see, He couldn't be what he couldn't be. Doubt—the shadow in his chest, Doubt—the voice that never rests, Doubt—the mirror in his eyes, Doubt—the master of his lies. Doubt—the weight upon his soul, Doubt—the thing that takes its toll, Doubt—the question with no end, Doubt—his only faithful friend. He climbed the ladder, rung by rung, But every step was left unsung. He doubted if they saw his worth, He doubted everything on earth. His colleagues smiled, his bosses praised, But doubt had left his mind a maze. He never knew if he was right, He only knew the endless night. And now he stands at twilight's door, He's seen it all, he's seen no more. He wonders what it all was for, The doubt, the fear, the endless war. Was there a moment, was there a sign, When he could leave the doubt behind? Or was it always meant to be, The only thing that set him free? Doubt—the shadow in his chest, Doubt—the voice that never rests, Doubt—the mirror in his eyes, Doubt—the master of his lies. Doubt—the weight upon his soul, Doubt—the thing that takes its toll, Doubt—the question with no end, Doubt—his only faithful friend. Doubt... doubt... doubt... Doubt... Doubt... was all he ever knew...