Place to Begin

with the back of your arm stretched

we rode your strength to the end

and like an anchor with thin tape

it's hard to trust it again

through the miles that we've walked

there's no return to before

through the distance that we've fought

we're not the same anymoreand with words made of effort

with the strength to be real

just let my faith reach my next step

and hope a dream moves the hill

cuz I'm not sure who you are

or even where you were then

but somewhere between the regrets

there's still a place to begintry to take your next breath on your own

maybe you'll figure it out on your own