Will You Stand Your Ground? Or You Just Flee From This Battlefield?

I want to believe

That the light still shines

Although I might be blind to see

I want to feel the warmth

I want to feel the comfort

But as far as I know

I'm freezing cold

Even with my thick sweater couldn't hold

I want to believe

That spring is in the air

Although I might be colour blind to see

All the different flowers blooming

I want to see the colours like rainbow

I want to see the red rose

blue periwinkle

white azaleas

But as far as I see

Only gray is there to see

I still want to believe

But for how long should I keep my hope high?

For how long should I stand my ground?

For how long should I be tortured?

Before I fall forever

Or I could just flee

From this treacherous battlefield

From this neverending misery

The last question for the answer I seek

Do you still want to believe?