Open a book, scribble some notes. Find a nook where creativity freely floats. Dream a little dream. Fight for it, claim your way to it. And let the nightmares flow down to the seams. Clean those cobwebs of misery Replace them with tendrils of discovery Turn the tables, ride the tide Forever the world's tides [...]
You won't find faith and hope down the telescope - The Script
forget the fact that some things are still worth fighting for.