We have an opportunity to take this one step at a time.
To move our feet, left then right then left then right.
We can be optimistic even when our steps are moving backward.
We have an opportunity to take this one movement at a time.

You see it is like this...
We are at a threshold where our minds and our hearts are trying to find a bridge to one another.
But the way forward has fallen into the ravine.
It has been rebuilt several times, but it keeps crumbling beneath our feet.

You see it is like this...
We have an opportunity to take a leap of faith.
We have a chance to walk over the invisible bridge.

Let's shift this to a more personal level.
Let's examine my heart for a little bit.
A little selfish I know, but my brokenness is something I guess I like to share.
My brokenness is something that could inspire hope.

I believe in a Love that transcends time and space.
I believe in forgiveness that leads me to reconcile those who don't deserve it.
I believe in a Love that helps me forgive others who have hurt me.
I believe in a heart that beats and makes me realize that I am still alive.

Is it fine to share the innermost secrets of my heart?
I don't know.
It could go either way.
Well, let's dive into it, shall we?

I am a control freak, I want it to go my way.
I have hurt someone close because this tension has not been let go.
I didn't look out into the valley and walk by faith.
I did it my way and used God as a crutch to justify my unjust judgment.
I am not a man who likes to be alone with his thoughts too long.

I am a liar.
I am a thief.
I am a murderer.
I am not worthy of the forgiveness that Love presents to me.

But here we are.
But here we lay.
In the mud, I find my home, but one day that mud will be wiped away.
One day I will walk across that invisible bridge to a land where I am meant to be.

A land where Love has a form.
A land where hope is not just a feeling, but where I can grasp it and see it.
A Land where borders are torn down and we are all one.
A land where Love has made my body clean.

We have an opportunity to take this one step at a time.
To move our feet, left then right then left then right.
We can be optimistic even when our steps are moving backward.
We have an opportunity to take this one movement at a time.

This road before us might take years to go through.
Maybe we must take paths we never knew were there.
We might need to grow new trees along different paths to remember where we have been.
We might need to forgive those who may never care or know we have forgiven them.

Love light my path.
Love help me to cross the invisible bridge.
Love teach me how to forgive.
Love teach me how to walk with one foot in front of the other.
Love when I die, I want to keep moving on.

I guess it is time to find something to look forward to.
I guess it is time to be reminded that not everything is falling off the edge.
I guess it is time to tap into hope.

I Guess... I Guess...

It is more than a feeling that I seek today.
I look forward to the time when I choose to be happy more than I choose to be sad.
A simplistic, cliche statement that speaks dividends to the current mental state of myself and others.
We look inside of ourselves and choose to look at the nuggets of despair that are over there,
Instead of looking at the joy that is on the other side.

I Guess... I Guess...

Life is more worthy of repeating than closing.
Doors that open might be more intriguing, but sometimes revisiting past failures can make you stronger.
But make sure not to dwell too long.
Balance the doors that are new and the ones that used to be present for you.

I Guess... I Guess...

Hope is a choice.
Hope can provide peace.
What do we put our hope in?
Where do our eyes rest upon when we look up to the stars in the sky?

Who provides us our daily bread?
Who irrigates our bodies with life?
Where do we put our faith in when the times decide to derail us off the tracks?
Where does the child go when they no longer have the bread they need?

When we gather up the provisions we need, do we take too much?
When we grab the stars do we take too many?
Are we using hope to fuel the fear that is festering deep inside?
When the stars are shining are we the ones snuffing them out?

I Guess... I Guess...

The time has come to choose true hope over falsified documents.
The time has come to let faith be a guide.
The time has come to stop hoarding the stars and take just what I need.
(I wonder what else I need?)
The time has come to take someone else's hand just to comfort them.
To show love and to choose love.
To choose life over death.
To show hope to choose hope.  

I Guess... I Guess...

I want more than a fine feeling.
I want more than a horoscope peace.
I want more than a past that I'm ashamed of.
I want more than a degenerating hope in things that will never give me joy.

I guess it is time to find something to look forward to.
I guess it is time to be reminded that not everything is falling off the edge.
I guess it is time to tap into hope

I Guess... I Guess...

I am lost, but I am too scared to be found...

It berates the ears and resonates louder and louder,
As it continues to cooperate with one another.
It lets the noise bounce back and become even louder.
Drowning out all that is clear,
Drowning out all the good that has been building up over the years.

DROP, DROP, DROP, globules cascading down in rhythm with the problem at hand.
Gripping tighter and tighter strangling out the PLAN.
Wishing that the water would at least fall on someone else,
But it keeps moving over my head, dropping the wet when the skies are clear.

This water is louder when the sun draws near.
The voices get louder when light pierces through the dark.
TAP, TAP, TAP, goes the drum inside of my head.
But the tapping is not enough to drown you out when you are together.

I am done.
I am finished.
I am passed up for things that I would love to do.
I am passed up for things that could be good for me.

I am a glorified babysitter.
Watching and never acting.
Being disrupted all day long, when I'm just trying to help.
The voices destroying the inner circle of my soul.

As it passes me by.
As the jealousy unfolds.
Wishing that it would break down, or the opportunity would present itself to me as well.
I am falling down, crying, tearing at my skin, hoping for the EXHAUSTION to go away.

And then it crawls down the spine.
Inserting needles in every vertebra.
Wanting to trigger the nerves, in its own sadistic way.
PINCH, PINCH, PINCH goes the needle over and under the skin.

It warps the images of goodness into a platoon,
A platoon of soldiers, whose only goal is to **** steal and destroy.
As I stare up to my Father asking, "Will today be the day?"
DROP, TAP, PINCH the water hitting his hand that he uses on the drum stick to plunge the needle deep.

This noise loves to make its home inside my head.
The venom crawling up through my back and weighing me down like lead.
Distorting my views and asking me to change lanes.
A vice that forms from blood clots in my brain.

I am done.
I am finished.
I just want a moment to breathe in some good.
I just want to look forward to what's ahead.
DROP, DROP, DROP

Maybe there is still a hope that is deep inside.
Maybe there is a place where love is found.
Maybe there is still a pull towards a life worth mentioning here.
Maybe there is an island where I can go and come back to life.

Is everything okay?
Is there a rope that keeps me connected to you?
Has it been severed and have I been let go?
Has this cloth fully been sliced, or is there a thread still hanging on?

Maybe there is a hope that I can find in the night.
Where the darkness enters the light and doesn't get extinguished.
Maybe there is a longing to keep holding on.
Maybe I am not fully understood by the monsters in the dark.

Is everything okay?
Is there a moment that keeps me connected to you?
Has the ocean washed it back into the salt?
What was once a comfort and joy is counted as lost.

And what of it?
What does it matter that I have been fired from my duties?
Told to eff off and that everything was my fault.
When it takes two to tango, has the hope been drowned under my dried soul.

And what of it?
What does it matter that my lungs are contracting faster and faster?
Told that everything will get better and trying to believe it.
When it takes one to tango because the other no longer wants you to lead.

Has hope been severed?
Has love increased inside this shriveled man?
And what of it?
Does it matter?
Do I matter?

Maybe there is a way out.
Maybe the end will justify the present exclusion of joy.
Maybe just maybe the hurt will wash off into the sea.
Where the salt will purify it and one day I will be home.

Will I find a place where I belong?
Will anything make sense in this city of lost dreams and jokes?
Will I understand why I have been placed in this concrete prison?
Only time will tell.

Maybe there is still a hope that is deep inside.
Maybe there is a place where love is found.
Maybe there is a wave in the ocean that will bring me back home.
Maybe there is an island where I can go and come back to life.

Until I find it... I'll be here.
Until I find it... I'll learn to carry on.
Until then...
Until what?
Maybe I give up...
I'm...
Tired...