The Day.

I've been through relationships and the bruises that came with all those falls,
but in the end I was able to get up and forget about them all.

once again I've tripped and fell, but it's different this time around,
I'm still laying here, on the cold hard ground.

I'm reaching up for a hand, and I keep losing my grip,
and when I'm about to get up, I stumble and slip.

as I'm laying here, I try to think this through,
I've given it my all but still haven't got you.

every scrape I've gotten just goes to show,
the way you impact my life and you don't even know.

there's no use to put a band aid on the scrapes and cuts,
because when you trip me again, they will all just open up.

when I stand up and I am fully healed, that will be the day,
that will be the day you gave me a chance and swept me away.