There’s a beauty in the helpless call
in the trust it takes to fall
in the moments we feel so small
…there is a beauty to the fall…
Flashes of words spoken from the heart
memories of pain that tore us apart,
& as stare back from afar
we realize what we are…
The hypocrite & liar I’ve become
who am I to dare speak of love?!
I want to stay, I want to trust;
yet, continue to turn my back & run.
I’M SO SCARED of admitting my fault
I can’t bare to own up to it all
scarlet with shame & with no one to blame-
in the ugliness of sin, I whimper my call.
…then follows the beauty of my fall.
I tell myself ‘just one more time’
after this, I’ll confess & stop this lie.
hating myself as commit another wrong.
Why did everyone think I was so strong?
it’s getting harder & harder to have fun
need more & more to over-ride my gut
I mean, I’m so ashamed of what I’ve done.
… how DARE I speak of Love!?!
it’s time for me to fall again
it’s time for me to be small again
It’s time for me to call again
It’s time for me to confess my fault
…it’s time for me to fall.
Then, I can finally move on
stay strong & move on…
I know I can’t do it all,
& that’s the beauty of my fall.