On my worst days I wonder “would it really be so wrong?
If I took that curve a little too fast, a little too hard.
If I didn’t see the red light, or dead end sign when the road was long.
It was a decent try, but you let down your guard
Too fast, you let your heart stay open
Maybe it would beat better in another’s chest
Here we go, here’s hopin’
That I’ll finally get a little rest.
‘Cause staying up ‘til two and waking up at four
Can only last so long before I crash at dawn.”
And then I hear words slide through my head once more
“You’re not too far gone.
Swerve. Avoid that disaster.
It’s a new learning curve as you steer through life.
You’re still the master.
And even though you can still feel that knife
As it twists and falls from your hands,
You just have to find the light.”
It’s like I’m free falling through a dream afraid to land,
Afraid to discover that I still have to fight.
But it’s like someone else once said,
“Every time you make it through the dark,
You learn how to do it once more. Now go to bed.”
I’m stronger, I can make that spark.
And on my best days, I remember I made it through the worst.
I rebuild and remind myself that I’m still a work in progress.
Thanks, Marshall, you saved me with your verse.
I just have to take a breath and press
On through the flames and keep up the fight
‘Cause sometimes that’s the only way to make my own light.