Sometimes even when you let go, their is still something that is holding on.
You can feel it in your heart. That pull,
that same one that pulls the tides.
The same one that pulls you out from the darkness, and into the light.
The one in your dreams.
I have become tired of leading the pack.
I can’t pick up all the broken glass, anymore.
So I will let them float up, to dance in the sky.
I hope the sun can put you back together again.
I hope it finds your soul, in all your broken pieces.
I hope you hear it, I hope you look up…
The awarkdness is me.
I’m trying to squeeze all of me, into every tiny little moment.
Their’s this excitement, this life force, that runs right through me.
I know my place in the world.
I know this where I belong.
Their is a flicker of light, that never goes out.
Even when the rain pours…
It was if I was waiting, in the side lines. I was waiting till it was my turn to live.
I was too burdened, too overwhelmed, too shocked to realise my name had already been called out 36 years ago.
I was too stuck, the pain had covered me and was then set hard by the blazing sun.
Their was nowhere else to go, so I stayed in the shadows.