Some days
All that holds me is a thread
And there I stay dangling

Some days
The scissors close in
And nearly cut me down

Some days
I struggle to hold on
And sometimes I wish to slip
But I don't.

I hold on
To my little thread
As the scissors close in

Helpless
Stranded
Alone

But then I see a light at the end of the tunnel
It tells me to hold on
And it keeps my little thread away from the scissors

Though I'm stuck here
All alone
I've found something
To call home