It’s 2am and the silence of the night lets what’s sitting in your mind come to the fore
2am and the reverence coaxes might that’s been shelved gathering dust, and you know in your core
That you’re pulling at threads that will unravel it all
That you’re pulling at threads that you think will make you fall
And you will…
And you’ll fall
You’ll pull at things you’re scared of saying and you’ll chip chip chip away at the wall
That you’ve built out of fear as pretence;
That you’ve tethered to your body as a looming brick fence..
And we’ll cry, letting each other be the life rings
And we’ll cry, letting each other make the pain sing
Because that is what we do.
Because that is what we have to do.