i am at the end of something
i'm not terrified but i am fried
weak as a fiddle i am tried by
little bitty fires
i tires quickly, loses peace and literacy
the little me has to sit down
and if i sit down will you meet
me here?
before i drown, will you meet me here?
on the other side of sorrow will
you meet me
there are demons and tomorrows
to defeat me there
so in my tired praying
can you show me here?
can you meet me here?