Looking Back.

Looking back, it doesnt seem that long ago
when I was held in his arms and he told me he loved me.
Looking forward, it seems so long to go
untill I am held in someones arms and they tell me they love me.

Crossing over, the wind at my back

pushing me somwhere I might be scared to go.

Going under, hiding what I lack
hiding deep, I cant be touched, no one will know.
Crying out, hoping no one hears me
hoping I can carry on without this in my way.
Crying up, hoping he hears me
hoping that this isnt the only way.
Stepping forward with fear in my expression
can you sense my confusion it seems all I've ever felt.
Stepping back, suveying the situation
how can I move forward when I hate myself?
Staring out, I dont deserve this view of the moon.
How I got this far, I dont know how .
Staring down, I feel so little in this room
forget the rest of the world, lets focus on now.
Looking back, it doesn't seem that long ago
When I was held in his arms and he told me he loved me.
Looking forward, id sees so long to go
until I'm held in someones arms and they tell me they love me.