Hard

If my rights were wrong

And my wrongs were right,

I wouldn’t be feeling

Like this tonight.

But answers in this world

Are never black-and-white.

When I think I’ve found one,

It slips out of sight.

Why am I wrong

Whenever I think I’m right?

Why does everything

Have to end in a fight?

Why does this battle

Have to rage in my mind?

Why is what I’m looking for

So hard to find?

It’s hard to leave

All my wrongs behind.

The door I choose doesn’t lead

Where I think it might.

I try so hard

But I’m never right,

Because right and wrong

Aren’t black-and-white.