When you look at me you see yourself, and you run
You run away from yourself

And I watch myself running in fear
Desperately trying not to be afraid
Trying to hold on

Love is not the force that makes my grip strong
Fear makes me squeeze tighter

Love is not what makes me wait
Fear is what binds me to the ashes of our memories

But love will pick me up
Fill my heart
Like a silver cup
Pour into it blessed waters
And revive my faith
Resurrect my trust

From the broken pieces of what was and what might have been
Love will pull me up,
Kiss my feet
Take me by the hand
And walk with me
Again