Out there, is there a hand I could hold?
Out there, is there a soul I could reach?
Out there, is there a smile I could make?
Out there, is there a song I could sing?
Out there, is there a branch I could take?

Out there, somewhere, anywhere?
Out here, because it’s not here,
Out there, because nothing near,
Out there, far away, beyond clearest distance,
Out there, somewhere, in the middle of nowhere.

Im lost because I cannot be;
be within reach of what I need.
Im cold because I have no sleeves;
Sleeves to cover my hurt and tears.
Im gone because you left me there;
There I stay and there you go.

So then I pretend Im okay
Pretend that being alone is okay
So then I don’t always worry, it’s okay
And suddenly give up forever, it’s okay
Because being alone is better than getting hurt.
There I sit, alone, and realize it’s okay.
But theres always that hope things would change.

-erin porche
 
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