| So in time I found I couldn’t swear by anything. |
| Nothing at all.
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| There’s nothing that cuts through your everything.
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| Leaving you humbled and small, … but I’m here anyway.
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| Nothing big to say. |
| It’s just I’ve wander in this dark for so long,
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| And never found my way. |
| Do you think you would?
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| Do you think you could smile and say it could be okay?
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| We won’t think about that today. |
| It was just wishful thinking anyway…
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| I can’t see higher than the walls I build in front of me.
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| I can’t see forward when I’m this flat on my back.
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| I find these stones and call them real (could never be).
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| What began as hope to heal could scar, make me feel whole.
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| It could look so pretty on paper. |
| It would feel so deep in blood.
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| Sit and tell me your story awhile. |
| Before you move along… honestly?
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| All this fear can tower over me, sometimes I don’t move to free.
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| Fumble to guess what any of this means.
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| Stumble to understand the little i’ve seen. |
| It seems a dream…
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| Always so sorry. |
| Found myself wandering and so far away.
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| So far away from home. |
| We built ourselves too big.
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| Tangled and hanging by our common threads. |
| Always so sorry.
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| Please forgive… |