When all that is left to do, but to surrender.
Their’s nothing to hold onto, nothing to grasp, nothing to even touch.
So I go with what I’ve got.
I keep going, even if I trip over so many times.
I have nothing to hide, the world knows me now.
It’s all just become nonsense.
This we call life.
I’m going to go another way.

Xo

I found my place to go.
My road
to home.
My now.
I let go in my own little way.
I hold my head up high
and I glide right back into life.
No time for despair,
hope needs to win every time.

Xo