there's nothing the sky is less sure of than it's color
i've become familiar with a mask of blue
but have you ever looked beneath it
to see the lightning
have you ever listened closely
to hear the thunder
that's roaring out for you
there's nothing the earth is less sure of than it's strength
yet i trust it when i can't trust myself
but if you fell in a hole
could you make it out on your own
or would you need me there to help you
there's nothing i'm less sure of than myself
can i be there for you when i'm not here for myself
don't you know i've seen through your sky
passed your mask of blue
we're in the same gray storm
and i'll be here for you
2007-10-06
03:39:38
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