I think a fibre is still there
Out on the cliff
Rolly polly waves crashing
Sea wind wet
So high I never climbed back into my body
Even then it was a horrible feeling
It’s no secret I’m a struggle
A quick wind could put me out
That’s how I’m sputtering
All out of spark
I think you thought I was tough
Hard as nails
And I did try to be
But what I really am is scared
Really I want someone
God, probably
A voice still and small
Or a tempest howl
To say, you’re okay, kid
You’ll make it
May 14, 2025
May 14, 2025 at 12:44 AM UTC
I think a fibre is still there
Out on the cliff
Rolly polly waves crashing
Sea wind wet
So high I never climbed back into my body
Even then it was a horrible feeling
It’s no secret I’m a struggle
A quick wind could put me out
That’s how I’m sputtering
All out of spark
I think you thought I was tough
Hard as nails
And I did try to be
But what I really am is scared
Really I want someone
God, probably
A voice still and small
Or a tempest howl
To say, you’re okay, kid
You’ll make it
