It is jagged, yeah,
And heavy, like a hard cross to bear,
And now it's stuck in the earthly sea of your when and where.
But that's a good thing, you know?
It's holding a place for you
So you will float through -
Over the storm, behind the white veil, through the net,
Even beyond the large wave of death, to life.
You just can't see that yet.
But hey,
You don't even have to think about it
Nor even care. It's okay
We notice, lately, you can't help anywhere,
So you just drag it behind you
As the danger waters get a little closer,
As if it's you who's trawling through the Via Dolorosa.
That's fine too.
I'm still your man. I'm here.
I know exactly what it's like back then and now, and when and where.
I'm the one who always is attached and holding your place
Just so. Even when you're at the end of your mope,
Or rope.
Remember me? I'm your hope.
