Hopefulness

Blood is Not a Bad Thing

I'm not hungry, I'm just used to eating.

I'm not dying, I'm just used to bleeding.

When my blood runs out, and my blood runs dry,

It means I can heal, it doesn't mean that I'll die.

I'm not in danger, I'm just used to safety.

I'm not a stranger, I'm just used to family.

When my blood runs out, and my blood runs dry,

It means I can heal, it doesn't mean that I'll die.

When you fall first it's a shock.

But you'll fall onto the rock.

You have a firm foundation.

There's a congratulations.

You fall again, you stand again.

You think you get the hang of it.

The next time you will break and bend.

Now you need a break from it.

You fall and now you're seeing blood.

Your injuries are caked in mud.

You used to be quite the stud,

But now you're feeling like a dud.

Why should you get up again?

What's the point if it won't end?

You lost your way, you lost your friends.

You're never getting up again.

You sit there chipping at the stone.

You want to break it and fall down.

You scream but you are all alone.

No one hears you make a sound.

You notice all the blood on the rock is old and dried.

You notice you've lost every single tear that you've cried.

You think it will last forever.

You think it never ends.

That's when you surrender.

It's when you start again.

When my blood runs out and my blood runs dry,

It means I can heal, it doesn't mean that I'll die.

God was there the whole time but you tried it on your own.

It was all in your head because you're never all alone.

God lifts you up.

God helps you out.

You're finally free...... God rescued me.