09 / 12 / 13

as I recount all that I have done

and the friends that haven't heard from me

and the friends that i've done wrong

and the eyes that i am certain see me

more clearly  

than i see myself

 

i need your help

i need your help

 

my fists are clenched and hard to open up

to silence in the morning

afraid its deafening quiet will invade

the choices that i make

and when i'm not drowning out the sound

with chatter, i can hear you say

 

you need my help

you need my help

 

i was a wanderer

i was a desert walker

i was a skeleton in a little fragile skin

you are a river

you are a compass

the only difference now  

between what i was then

 

is your help

is your help

 

remember and believe

i say "help" as though i were

capable of anything

 

but when i recount all that i have done

and the places i have been

and the places i have come from

and the eyes that i am certain see me

more clearly

than i see myself

 

you are my strength

i have none else