We rave about the high and complain about the low, but we don't talk about the middle
Even though it's where we grow
We shout about the sunshine and cry about the rain
We praise for every joyful day and wallow when there's pain
But what about the middle
The middle of the road or the middle of our life
The middle of the heartbreak or the middle of our strife
When we're out of the trenches but still covered in the mud and the blood, on our way
Starting to see the sunshine ray
The middle
Maybe it's the middle that can teach and reach when they see the dirt on you and find comfort in their own
When they see you finally make it through and think that maybe they can too
Don't forget about the middle
The middle where you find your peace and learn how to be strong
The middle where you've realized it was in you all along