I wish...
you would hold my shaking hands
when my heart feels so weary
and the tears won’t stop.
take me back to my heart where hope lingers deep down
so I can find my way back again.
Sometimes, I wish you would just call me up and wish me good luck. Even if it's just for a rehearsal. Or tell me that I'm doing fine and things will be okay... even if I'm not, even if things aren't going to.
But I wish you would....
I wish that every time I look back and feel like running away, there's someone to nudge me from the back and say, "I'm right here behind you, so stiffen up that upper lip and keep walking because I'm with you every step of the way."
And I wish those two seats I've been desperately trying to save were for you.
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words left unspoken.