Tiny bits of me
Are scattered here and there.
I’m transported to a different space
With every burst of air.
The dance of life’s a dangerous game
Cause if you chose to play,
One unguarded moment
Can blow all of you away.
And can you feel in one place
But see from somewhere else?
While your heart sits safely on a shelf,
How can you find yourself?
Life is still a journey,
A dangerous, reckless race.
But whether you show your face
Or face your fears,
You can only dance with grace.
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 12:23 PM UTC
Tiny bits of me
Are scattered here and there.
I’m transported to a different space
With every burst of air.
The dance of life’s a dangerous game
Cause if you chose to play,
One unguarded moment
Can blow all of you away.
And can you feel in one place
But see from somewhere else?
While your heart sits safely on a shelf,
How can you find yourself?
Life is still a journey,
A dangerous, reckless race.
But whether you show your face
Or face your fears,
You can only dance with grace.
