Been too many days at the end of this rope.
No light, at the end of the tunnel. No hope.
Spit it out. Suck it in.
I begin to breathe again, and long... to... lean.
Could there be any truth to the things that I've heard?
Can peace truly be, in the warmth of the words?
Pour it out. Drink it in.
End this, and begin again. That's the way.
Lay it down. Lift it up.
I no longer see the cup as "half empty"
Feel the water,
washing over.
Leaving only
something so brand new.
Look no further.
There's no other.
Moving forward,
leaning into you.
Pour it out. Drink it in.
End this, and begin again. That's the way.
Lay it down. Lift it up.
I no longer see the cup as "half empty"
Feel the water,
washing over.
Leaving only
something so brand new.
Look no further.
There's no other.
Moving forward,
leaning into you.
Look no further.
There's no other.
