...Who cares what cowards think?...

It's hard,

Hard not to sit on your hands,

Burrow your head in the sand,

Hard not to make other plans,

And claim that you've done all you can,

All alone,

And life

Must go on.

It's hard,

Hard to stand up for what's right,

And bring home the beacon each night,

Hard not to break down and cry,

When every ideal that you tried,

Has been wrong,

But you must,

Carry on.

It's hard,

But you know it's worth the fight,

'Cause you know you've got the truth on your side,

When the accusations fly,

Hold tight!

Don't be afraid of what they'll say

Who cares what cowards think? Anyway,

They will understand one day,

One day.

It's hard,

Hard, when you're here all alone,

And everyone else's gone home.

Harder to know right from wrong,

When all objectivity's gone.

And it's gone,

But you still,

Carry on.

'Cause you,

You are the only one left,

And you've got to clean up this mess,

You know you'll end up like the rest,

Bitter and twisted, unless.

You stay strong,

And you carry on.

It's hard,

But you know it's worth the fight,

'Cause you know you've got the truth on your side,

When the accusations fly,

Hold tight!

And don't be afraid of what they'll say

Who cares what cowards think?

Anyway,

The will understand one day,

Some day, one day.

Saludos a los que se sienten identificados con esta canción!,

y un abrazo a los que aun así saben que terminarán like the rest.

Y un beso a quien le copié este formato...