In the times of despair when I no longer feel like being here and when being present seems unreal, where can I run? Can I run to you for shelter? If I begged you to let me leave, would you? Would you hold me beneath your wings? Would you be the fresh air that flows through my lungs when it feels like the wind has been knocked out of me?
When secrecy and darkness show up at my door uninvited would you rush in and defend me? When I act like I got it all together but slowly my strength starts to waver would you hold me steady until I gain control?
When all my feelings are numb, and I cannot feel any more would you restart my heart back to the way it was before? Can I hide beneath your wings tonight?