Usually, I'm not one to offer support or even participate
Yet, I signed up to care about the same people that I've been too scared to care about
My offering: I'll carry the weight of this world
Put the burden on my back, dear
My biggest fear: say, I'm not strong enough
Will I be ridiculed or forgotten of
Is there such beauty in perfection or are my near-sighted eyes deceiving me
The hope I gained that life would change, that image now is crumbling
Leaving footprints behind
On the shores of time where everyone before me has walked the same path
Where the waves break at the fault line
So, what's the use in steadier footing if the ground beneath is splitting
Conjuring up the will to feel like I can do enough
Blinded by LED lights
Is it too late to run to higher ground
I may not be a prophet but I refuse to let us drown
I just can't seem to snap out of this point of view that doesn't allow me to exist
That's the beauty of perception: it varies from mind to mind and changes over time
If hope seems gone at first, I'll readjust the boundary lines