Holding to this piece of rope
Toiling through the grief and hope
These tied up knots keep me alive
See, they give me glimpses of outside

I sway from side to side over the abyss
I suffer through years of confusion, years of bliss
Spending my time reaching for other ways out
Until I realize there was only ever one route

But I can not see the end of this tunnel yet
The emptiness scares me; I’m holding my breath
Climbing down is too easily achieved
But climbing up takes much more to succeed

So do not grow lost in the past
You become tangled within your own grasp
Life and love are not found down in a tomb
But up on the surface is where they bloom

If you are searching for your mind’s peace
Do not simply look for another and never release
For, if we want to sew and bond our hearts
We must be willing to climb out of this dark