When you look at me you see yourself, and you run
You run away
I watch myself running in fear
Desperately trying not to be afraid
Trying to hold on
But love is not the force that makes my grip strong
It is fear that makes me squeeze tighter
Love is not what makes me wait
It is fear that what binds me to the ashes of long gone memories
But love will pick me up
Fill my heart
And pour into it blessed waters
It will 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
And walk with me
Again
Spirit of Tara 