My strength.

I'm not far from the one,
Waiting on my turn to cry,
And these kids need no punishment,
And their doors are closed,
To be loved and to be flown,
A missing piece of word,
Maybe its lies in your 'we'll be okay',
If we slip and fall,
On all their threads,
Pulling us down, all their threats.
I'm still little bit afraid,
But I'm working on it, aren't we all?
Waiting on our turns to cry.
It feels so dark, our jaws tremble,
Our claws clench so tight,
Last time you saw me,
I was holding my tears tight.

Trouble was here tonight,
Sweeping me so far away.
And there she was, my little girl.
There she was, struggling for ropes.
Shooting hopes across the sky,
Losing is never here, never mine.
And this night kept me up,
Crying to myself,
Crawling to myself.
On broken mirrors, on painted, tainted walls.
We forgot all this recklessness,
Taking the edges off, we never fall.
Forget about the darkness,
Be careful for me, hang on to the hopes.
And I'll walk over my pieces,
Waiting for my turn,
Like these clouds and rain,
Maybe I'm weak, put me together.
I'm weak, and you can be my strength.
Don't do this,
Don't you see?
Someday you will,
My secret, I need you.