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by Joy Rutschman

Now playing: Hero by Mariah Carey

Click 4 World Turning.Fleetwood Mac

 
 
                              The world is spinning too fast.
                           Hold me up.
                             I'm losing my balance.
                           Stop the revolving
                                    For a little while
                                    So I can get off
                                   And catch my breath.
                                   But how can I
                                   When I'm holding it together?
                                   If I let go
                                   It will fall apart
                                  And break.
                                  If I should slip
                                  Or lose my grip
                                  The world will shatter.
                                  Call the King's horses
                                  And all the King's men
                                  To stand by to put it
                                  Back together again.
                                  Like the Dutch boy
                                  With his finger in the dam
                                  I cannot move from this place.
                                  But would someone
                                  Please come repair the hole,
                                  And hurry,
                                  Before the flood waters
                                  Burst through.
                                  See what I'm doing for you?
                                   I am responsible, as in,
                                  Being a responsible person. I have integrity.
                                   I am strong, as in,
                                   Not weak. I have stamina.
                                    I don't give up.
                                   But what if I break?
                                   I have given of my strength
                                  To make others strong.
                                  They took it from me.
                                  But when all my strength was gone
                                  They called me a weakling.
                                   I gave to them liberally
                                   From my abundant sunshine
                                  But when mine disappeared,
                                  They abandoned me,
                                  To the shadows of the night.
                                   I was no longer the source
                                  Of their strength and their sun
                                  And they didn't understand
                                  Why I no longer had none.
                                  Why wasn't I a hero
                                  For holding up the dam
                                  And preventing the flood waters
                                  From devouring the land?

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