Looking Around

Looking Around I would rather run than have this feeling overcome But this is what it is to be alive Did my best to keep away Sorry for the long delay Thought that I was bright But I can’t breathe for all this light It’s a little soon to speak of love As if love is something I can speak of Speak to me of coming home Recalling what was always known Sitting in my all aloneness Anchored with a weight of groundless I was always looking around, never seeing in My father told me of a time when his last bridge burned into the brine Here he was an island in the flame He did his best and sat so still Smouldered like a flame until Dawn arrived with heavy rain Washed him cold and doused the pain It’s a little hard to speak of truth When the truth is not what I have spoken Speak to me of falling in Remind me I’m a bird who sings Sitting here with all these things Surrounding me in rippling I’ve been always looking around, never seeing in All this time I’ve been holding all this time All this time I was looking all this time Turning I would rather run Than have this feeling overcome But this is what it is to be alive Always asking why Got heavy need to read the sky But what if there was nothing wrong With simple words to write the song It’s a little late to speak of good When good is all I’ve ever known Sit me down, Ring the bell, Take my weight, Hold me close Close my eyes Call my name Make it known What is felt I’ve been always looking around, how do I see in