I ask myself
What am I doing here
Stuck in a rut for what

I ask myself
Like birds don’t really know where they go
Yet they fly together carried by the wind

I ask myself
The air I breathe is free
And the bed is made

I’ve been here before
Sinking into your lonely body
Fingers on skin I trace and tore

End the cycle of shame
Have mercy on his pain
A grieving soul for trails of joy

I don’t wanna be just another pebble
At the start of the footpath
Leaving you as you’re led, and walk passed

When you grab my hand
The worries drift off
Its like you carried the weight off

And I’m lifted
And your scent remains with me
But it's good to be
Here.