All the **** that happens
when you're lost
slipping back and forth
on the edge of reality
and what's meant to be
no firm ground
and waiting
for a final choice
to be made
by someone
other than me.
I want to know,
need to see
what's really meant
to be
and am unwilling
To step up and ask
for the things
that I need.
I dance in defiance
of things unsaid
waiting
for You to speak up
and take the lead,
knowing
it's the very least
you could do.
The knowledge
that no one else
is going to come forward
and save me
by doing the right thing
is a breath that echos
and slowly kills.
Lady Justice, blindfolded,
holding the scales
which way
will the pendulum
finally swing?
Held under the surface,
how long
till you will be able
to come up again
for clean air?
A choice at some point must be made,
so many before you, what do you choose?
Wanting you
to make me who I am
and who you
are to become,
the directions fall
from beneath my feet
and i just want You to move forward
and make
a final choice
for the both of us.
Be a man, my man,
and draw the line
around us,
all that is and might possibly be,
rests in between
your potential
and love for me.
Will you draw
that final line,
And make
the ultimate save?