Finding hope in improbable places.
I guess I should start doing up my laces.
Get ready to run, hopefully the destination is near.
Because what's coming and going is mostly fear.
Have I really stumbled upon some true friends?
I don't know for sure but I'm starting to mend.
Not as focused on all of what's shattered me.
I just hope I don't fade away completely.
And now it seems I have more hope than before.
While I'm hoping that they won't close the door.
It's thanks to them that I'm not dead on the floor.
How could I ever ask for more?