With A Brave Face
I felt it sink in, the way my life is slowly passing me by,
So I went to the peer, and I lined my hands up to the ocean.
I held them out towards the water, floating high.
If there was a God could he reach me?
If there was hope would I know it?
If there was love, would I feel it?
When my arms began to ache, from questions building high
I let them sink to my sides and picked up my stride
By tomorrow I'll know all the answers that held my breath.