Sometimes there is a bridge burned
And sometimes there is a point man
Let me lift this face
Let me lift this heart
I see much more
And there is nothing I can’t do
Sitting on the strength of the bricks I paid
It’s not as strong as I wanted
And I’m stronger than I thought
I have very few regrets
And I’m singularly grateful for this
I paid for this, my life
Sometimes I want to reach out to hold
And sometimes I will own my open hands
Let me set this down
Let me set you free
I love much stronger
And there is nothing my heart can’t love
Standing on the strength of the foundation I laid
It’s stronger that I give it credit for
It’s not as strong as it will in future be
I am always learning
And I’m open to the truth
I’m paying for this, my life
When the wings are dry, there is this feeling–a readiness. It holds tension like a violin just before the string is struck in a solo. The hardest part is patience. The hardest part is trust. But there is a twinkling, like a drop light in the dew of a new day. I’m making a stand here. I will wait. I will trust. And I will play my part as only I can.
