Maybe the path is staggering but your feelings are coming back.
Maybe you have too many doubts but it’s the rest of yourself you lack.
Maybe you’ll never find someone to hold dear.
Faces come and go, and nothing is ever clear.
Maybe you hold onto fear because it feels more like home.
But maybe you should let it go, there might still be hope.
So as I continue to walk down this road trying to melt my heart of stone, I’ll hope I find the one who chooses my hand to hold.