In hard times, I keep letting myself go. I fall into routine, of things I should out grow. You’ve stolen words from my mouth, and now I’m afraid I won’t have the chance to say them. Come January when my heart turns cold, it’s swaying side to side with the rolling tide on every wave of emotion. And I’m scarred for the future and I’ve never felt that before. You are a light that guides me, guides me through my days.