The Silent Anchor

The hardest part of waiting is the doubt that starts to grow. That the more I try to hold you, the more you’ll let me go. A song for the anchors holding up ceilings for people who aren't ready to stay. Lyrics: ​(Verse 1) The afternoon arrives in hazy light, A hollow echo of our words last night. You whisper caution, telling me "take care," While unsaid truths are hanging in the air. I gave my heart, you built a wall of doubt, Now I must walk a path I’ve yet to scout. ​(Chorus) I’m the rhythm in your quiet, the constant in your blur, The promise kept in whispers, the light you still prefer. I’m holding up the ceiling so you never feel the fall, Giving everything I have, till I have nothing left at all. ​(Bridge) I see you healing in the shadows, but I’m bleeding in the light, Scared to be the burden that you’ll discard in the night. The hardest part of waiting is the doubt that starts to grow— That the more I try to hold you, the more you’ll let me go. ​(Chorus) I’m the rhythm in your quiet, the constant in your blur, The promise kept in whispers, the light you still prefer. I’m holding up the ceiling so you never feel the fall, Giving everything I have, till I have nothing left at all. ​(Outro) Go find your strength, I’ll keep the fading fire, "Take care," I say, and silently retire. I'll lose myself within the drifting crowds, Until the sun descends behind the clouds.