everything is the same.
but this time, the tables have turned.
its no longer me, it's you.
and it's everywhere.

i look into your eyes and i see so many questions
and i see the hurt in your heart.
but maybe, if you would let Him in
perhaps, things would be better.
maybe, if you stopped pushing everyone away
perhaps, we could hold your hand
whisper it's okay
tell you how to let Him in.
maybe you know that you need it
perhaps you think you're not ready.
and you rest, clean your conscience, clear your thoughts with seaside with your grain.
one day, the door will close in your face
and it will be too late.