You see those hands holding us tight to never let us fall,
somedays that tell you to be a little strong,
that’s life, who isn’t having it hard?
but why are they holding us down?
We can plant a flower to make this house a little alive,
but here we’re bleeding over broken glass,
no place to sing a lullaby.
I can ask you if you’re okay, but you’ll lie.
I could ask you still, but why don’t I?
We’re not some bad people, not you, not me,
Same little human beings, dwelling in emotions,
We could calm a heart with a lullaby, but we’re just a little sleepy.
Does this world stop if a leaf fall?
Will you love a butterfly with no wings?
Maybe you would, maybe you wouldn’t,
Sometimes like these questions,
I hope you listen to yourself,
To Those emotions, someone else may say are small,
‘Cause we can make anything if we want to, like how they want to,
But I hope you look at your reflection,
And remember this is a life that is yours,
All this is what you own, this emotions that are precious,
And you can keep it inside your heart, your black box,
'Cause you don’t ever need to give them away .