The Hand That I Got Dealt / 2000

alone and walking
through this stormy night
searching for your hand
so that I can hold it tight
as soon as I have found you
it seems you always disappear
but I always end up finding you
at least once every year
now once again I’ve found you
and I’m trying to hold on
scared that I might lose you
when the night turns into dawn
the night has now been broken
it’s dawn and still I hold you close
but someone tries to hold me back
from the one that I have chose
I’m so frightened to stand up
for what I know is right for me
I’m just looking for an easy way
to make that someone see
that I know I don’t know everything
but I know how to follow my heart
and even if this is a mistake
it won’t need help tearing me apart
there are many things that feel so wrong
but some wrongs make a right
why can’t she just open up her eyes
and catch a small glimpse of the light
that surrounds me with laughs and smiles
and feelings that should often be felt
instead of trying to shuffle back
the hand that I got dealt