They come to me with feelings, asking “what the hell do we do?”
But I cannot give the answer when I’m scared to death, too.
The fear inside weighs me down when I’m asked to lift them up.
It’s impossible to carry the burden when only doubt fills my cup.
And yet I’ll battle onward for everyone, if only because I care.
And I won’t blame you for trying to run, that wouldn’t be fair.
It’s hard to put a finger on a pulse you cannot feel.
But those heart beats in your veins are a big deal.
It’s hard to catch the signals when they get lost along the way.
And it’s hard to return them when you fall back on what to say.
It’s hard to find a reason in a ghost that disappears.
That pain inside that lingers, that only yours mirrors.
It’s hard to cure a sickness when your lack the proper tools.
And it’s hypocritical to do so when you too break all the rules.
Panic sets in when no one knows the answers that we seek.
And we begin to think that maybe your outcomes rather bleak.
But we can’t tell you to not give up, if we give up ourselves.
We make it so apparent we love, our hearts out on the shelves.
Shaking, crying, yelling out, we try to break the walls.
I’d run down there to save you, if I had the fucking balls.
It’s hard to put a finger on a pulse you cannot feel.
But those heart beats in your veins are a big deal.
It’s hard to catch the signals when they get lost along the way.
And it’s hard to return them when you fall back on what to say.
It’s hard to find a reason in a ghost that disappears.
That pain inside that lingers, that only yours mirrors.
It’s hard to cure a sickness when your lack the proper tools.
And it’s hypocritical to do so when you too break all the rules.
Guilt and blame starts setting in inside my very soul.
To think I treated you so badly, and left us with a hole.
But know it wasn’t because of you, but me that should take the blame.
The things I said weren’t from the heart, and for that I carry shame.
The very last thing we did before you left, was started up a fight.
And re-reading my words to see what happened, I cringe from the very sight.
It’s hard to put a finger on a pulse you cannot feel.
But those heart beats in your veins are a big deal.
It’s hard to catch the signals when they get lost along the way.
And it’s hard to return them when you fall back on what to say.
It’s hard to find a reason in a ghost that disappears.
That pain inside that lingers, that only yours mirrors.
It’s hard to cure a sickness when your lack the proper tools.
And it’s hypocritical to do so when you too break all the rules.
Doing everything we can from hundreds of miles away.
If only to know you were still with us on this cold, gray day.
Every channel opened, grasping for any news.
All our arms outstretched, ready to catch the clues.
The waiting sets in and turns all our thoughts to rust.
But a hint that you may be alive, cools us like a gust.
It’s hard to put a finger on a pulse you cannot feel.
But those heart beats in your veins are a big deal.
It’s hard to catch the signals when they get lost along the way.
And it’s hard to return them when you fall back on what to say.
It’s hard to find a reason in a ghost that disappears.
That pain inside that lingers, that only yours mirrors.
It’s hard to cure a sickness when your lack the proper tools.
And it’s hypocritical to do so when you too break all the rules.
And now we know at least you’re safe, but hurting still inside.
We know we cannot heal you, but at least we say we’ve tried.
Now we wait again, for a word that you’re alright.
And will continue waiting, through day and through night.
Because deep down we’ve grown attached, and refuse to give up hope.
Hopefully the love we’ve shown you will at least help you cope.
Clouds part to reveal sun.
Meaning light as we run.
Through paths we don’t choose.
A game we can’t win or lose.
Life is fragile, this is true.
And even when you feel so blue.
There are people out there who care.
Even ones you didn’t know were there.
And now we wait for the healing stage.
And for you to turn the next page.
The light will return to your eyes, and the smile to your face.
Someday you’ll come back, and your very presence is our grace.
We miss you, and we love you…
