Sometimes I'd like to just run away from myself
Find a place to hide
And leave myself behind
But every time I turn around - there I am
Still frightened, still cautious
Still carrying some doubt
And when I think I rose above it
And found my way through the fog
I'll catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror - and there I am
Still alone, still with a hole in my heart
Still wearing the weight of grief on my face
It's not easy to climb from despair
I might slip on the way
I might fall flat and have to start the climb all over again
But that's okay, each rung has a lesson for me
And I'm up for the challenge
And when I finally escape
This powerful grip - there I'll be
