Stable Lyrics

Look at these trees

Aren't they beautiful

The simple way

They box me in

I know I'm not the only one

But it appears to me

That everyone around me knows

Their identity

I'd like to say that

I've found the way

But the truth escapes my grasp

And I'd like to think that

I'm still in the race

Even if I end up last

My abilities seem to haunt me

Create a paradox of being

Alternating love and hate

Toward everything I see

I used to sense a brighter day

Was just around the bend

But loss of hope in the every day

Has me waiting for the end

I'd like to say that

I've found the way

But the truth escapes my grasp

And I'd like to think that

I'm still in the race

Even if I end up last

I hope the gray can't pull me away

Until I can't come back

I hope someday that

I'll find my place

Even if it must be last

Look at these trees

Aren't they beautiful