And I trace back my steps,
whichever way it is I learned.
Knowing that I'm not alone,
I'm left with your embrace.
The memory of it just seems to
tangle itself with hope and confusion.
I'm going to take it with me,
if ever you leave indefinitely.
Whatever's left is not mine to keep,
just given away to hope.
I strengthen my weaknesses with
the notion that I have nothing;
that keeps me surviving until hope
comes knocking and finds its way back again;
I still haven't learned my lesson to let it go.
If I do walk through that door,
alone, broke and hopeless,
I'll still have my strength and that
is reward enough...to keep me searching
for openings.
Dedication: to my mom, family and friends
