with the back of your arm stretched
we rode your strength to the end
and like an anchor with thin tape
it's hard to trust it again
through the miles that we've walked
there's no return to before
through the distance that we've fought
we're not the same anymore
and with words made of effort
with the strength to be real
just let my faith reach my next step
and hope a dream moves the hill
cuz I'm not sure who you are
or even where you were then
but somewhere between the regrets
there's still a place to begin
try to take your next breath on your own
maybe you'll figure it out on your own