Silent sits the weight of fear,
In the cracking of your voice I hear it clear.
To find what’s right to do,
Right for now? Right for who?
The frightful truth of the uncertain future,
This stitch in time is a painful suture.
And what’s there left to hope in?
Hope in us kith and kin.
To see the tear streaked skin,
To hold the hand held tight to self,
To cry and laugh and fight off fear,
To care and love and stride beside.
The path you walk, you walk youself.
Through chaos and a life unfolding,
Find the threads that hold you in,
Together woven we can hold the weight,
Listening to - Shame - Matchbox Twenty