I'm afraid of heights, but that's not all.
There are no ropes in case I fall.
Now that I'm an adult it seems,
the only escape from anxiety is in my dreams.
I would love to wake up one day,
and not have to worry about how I'll pay
for college, groceries, and a car.
Without any money I won't make it far.
I'm afraid to die, and afraid to live.
As poor as I am I still have love to give.
Living is just dieing in slow motion.
Is there something beyong the horizon of this blue ocean?
I wish I could lay in bed at night
and not feel a growing sense of fright
that tommorow will come before I am ready.
A future needs to be built on legs that are steady.
I am afraid, but I'm also strong
because in this choir I sing my own song.
There are no ropes in case I fall
at least I'm never truely alone at all.