Pieces

turn around and pick up the pieces
i like a rock sink
sinking til i hit the bottom
the water is much deeper than i thought
nothing to swim with
kicking but i keep sinking
a lesson that no one could have ever taught
cause i can almost breathe the air
right beyond my fingertips
i will turn around and pick up the pieces
one more push and i be there
back where i belong
i will turn around and pick up the pieces
i see the picture
blurry but now it in focus
a fairy tale i purchased on my own
i finally woke up
everything is better
a chance for me to open up and grow
i can almost breathe the air
right beyond my fingertips
i will turn around and pick up the pieces
one more push and i be there
back where i belong
suffocating sinking further almost everyday
barely treading water knowing i will not give up
i will not give up