Walking on tissue paper I thought was steel
Truly believing in my heart, it was Real
Can I find the courage to cross back over that line
Knowing that I could fall through again at any time?
How can I convince my heart to trust once again
To keep my eyes on the future and dare to dream of what could be ahead?
Step too roughly and down I'd fall,
Right on through the scraps of it all
Let me tell you, the jagged rocks below tear me apart
And they're never mindful of my delicate heart
I crane my neck to look at the hole I fell through
Did he even notice? If he didn't ..what should I do?