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.
Be with me, as I rise.
As I rise above the ocean, as I find my shore.
Be with me, as I dance.
As I dance with my every being.
And when I fall, please still be with me.
Caress my face like you did that night you said goodbye.
I longed for you,
and then I realised I was really longing for myself.
The real me,
the one beneath my skin.
The real me,
that’s beyond my thoughts, my fears.
The one that has been here the whole time.
I will find me, you know.
All of me,
the real me…
I feel unfinished,
like the painted picture that is incomplete.
No matter how full my heart becomes of love,
my heart still feels empty.
Their’s nothing solid to hold onto, no promises been made.
Just chance and fate and the mystery of it all.
But it is what it is, nothing’s going to change. The intentions are the same.
Unless his heart becomes open,
and he stops being afraid.
If only he know she was afraid too. Maybe then he would hold her. Maybe then he would choose to feel her warmth.
It’s there you know, even if it’s sometimes hard to see. So you push on and persevere, hoping for the best. I feel grateful to myself for never giving up.
For believing even the freshness of the air can save me.