Just manage to breathe,
One voice says its ok to set it free,
Another one follows behind and suggests that it’s not that easy.
Dark days even when the sun shines,
These are different times.
With an aching soul and no relief in sight,
I’m looking up with my eyes shut tight.
Whispering to you,
Making sure you can still hear me,
That you’re still near me.
Hold my hand and steady my mind,
I’ve never been through anything like this time.
I”m guessing it’s like the rest, the ones where you keep going.
Hour by hour, it’s all I can manage, but you already know,
So I hold on and pick up my pen.
Carry me when I can’t fly,