You aint gotta live for me, but you’re gonna die.
And I aint making judgement calls,
but I saw you stop trying like two or three years ago.
The world is a wonderland, but it’s frightening ’cause it’s unknown.
I can feel the apprehension, understand the easy route.
I know that it’s warmer under blankets, locked in a room.
I know that when you’re laying in the bed ’til two,
that you aren’t always sleeping… just mourning and broken.
But the pain won’t ever leave if you don’t go outside.
So, you need to get yourself up and out the house.
Face fears, Fall down… pick yourself back up again.
Do some things that you’ll be proud to tell your grandkids all about.
When you’re old and grey, in the family home,
head of the dinner table, carving up a turkey for the holidays…
make the stories that your telling then, be the dreams that you have today.
— leest1 —