Let's talk how much it means –
How hard the path is – has been and what there is at stake
How far the fall to land on knees – to crawl on fours clinging by the teeth
Digging in with broken nails and bleeding fingertips
On scraped knees we can talk – about a fear of the unknown
And falling out of line – a path into the dark but the silent screams
Are louder than your words or your persistent dated worn out dreams
Throw all you have and draw a line where one should walk
To make you feel so much more at ease but there's no backing down
No turning around or begging anymore – now see how in the end
The loss of security – a safe place in a noisy sanctuary it is yours
All that there is and never was to do with as you think you please
Twist endless knots clambering over your
collection of lots
Because this will be or there will be nothing else.
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