Speak

I'm told that if I tell myself something
Enough times I'll start to believe it.
I guess I've been convincing
Only my cynical side is accurate.

It's easy for you to tell me
"Look at the bright side."
I wouldn't ask you to see
What I do through my eyes.
But we both know strong is only
What we allow it to be.

Come through to the red side.
The haze is just a light shade.
There's no gray, black or white.
Only fire consumes the night I made.

Convince me there is hope,
Because I can't speak at all.
I need a voice, my heart is broke.
Where are you, red knight of dawn?