Baby, you are bruised
You are bleeding
From your knees
Kneeling on the 5th floor
Of a skyscraper
Gasping for breath
Gasping for something, anything
To get out of the mess.
You look down and know
You'd die from the fall
If you turn back.
That almost seems better
Than climbing up
The rest of the steps
But baby, why don't you instead look up and see
The light at the top of the staircase?
Look, isn't it beautiful,
That moonshine, that starlight
That brushes against your fingertips
If you just reach up.
Yes, the climb is daunting
And unforgiving
But just drink yourself a bottle --
It won't make it better, just bearable --
And focus on that
Light at the top of the staircase
Shining just for you.
(Someday, someday
It will be okay.
I will climb this flight
I will reach that light
at the top of the staircase.)
(Just for you,
Just for us
Baby.)
Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 5:17 PM UTC
Baby, you are bruised
You are bleeding
From your knees
Kneeling on the 5th floor
Of a skyscraper
Gasping for breath
Gasping for something, anything
To get out of the mess.
You look down and know
You'd die from the fall
If you turn back.
That almost seems better
Than climbing up
The rest of the steps
But baby, why don't you instead look up and see
The light at the top of the staircase?
Look, isn't it beautiful,
That moonshine, that starlight
That brushes against your fingertips
If you just reach up.
Yes, the climb is daunting
And unforgiving
But just drink yourself a bottle --
It won't make it better, just bearable --
And focus on that
Light at the top of the staircase
Shining just for you.
(Someday, someday
It will be okay.
I will climb this flight
I will reach that light
at the top of the staircase.)
(Just for you,
Just for us
Baby.)
