Oh, to have another chance
to rise to the occasion
and be who I was supposed to be
To find my place in your world
and never let it go
To always have that something to hang onto
I found myself in you
and lost myself in worrying
that I couldn’t possibly be good enough
A self-fulfilling prophecy
of fear and insecurity
I held on too tightly
crushed between my fingers
Swept up in the breeze and blown away
If I could start again
I’d stand where I’m supposed to
Not lose sight of bigger things
fighting for a scrap
This empty place you left behind
grows colder every moment
If only I could take the time
to warm up in your light
