Revelations abound.
Walking a fine line between wrong and right
And I know…
There is a part of me that I try to hide
But I can’t win
And I can’t fight
I keep holding on too tight
Running away from the world outside
I’ve realized in a very short period of time that I am living my life in a very awkward and unacceptable way. It’s like I’m running, constantly, and the only thing I care about is keeping this little handful of sand I am holding from falling everywhere. I run, and run, and squeeze my hand tighter and tighter and instead of being careful to respect what I’m trying to save/protect, I am trying to cling to it. The sand is falling through my fingers faster than I realize. Soon I won’t have anything left. I can’t give up running… but I can slow down. I can’t pick up the pieces I’ve lost, but I can try to salvage and keep what little is left. I don’t want to run anymore. But I can only do so much on my own… Sometimes I need someone to just reach out their hand and grab me. Spin me around, make me take a breath. Remind me not to hold on too tight.
Now I am calling
Hoping you’ll hear me
We all need somebody
To believe in something
And I won’t fear this
When I am falling
We all need somebody
That can mend… These broken bones
