Drops - Shyboy

Standing on the ledge

Looking over head

Waiting for the night to fall

Time won’t stand still

Thoughts seem real clear

I’ve been here once before

Shattered dreams, scattered themes

Tattered & torn

They drop out of my hands

Like little grains of sand

I’ll let it go till it stops

Till the last one (the last one)

Until it drops…

Can’t keep holding on to this

Can’t keep clenching up my fist

If I’m gonna make it stop

Got to let it all drop

Weightless

As my fears hit the ground

Now I can hear them fall below

Fate whispers near

Scars dissappear

From years ago

Standing thinking fast

Waiting for the last

Taking it in before I go

Everything seems clear

The last disappears

Now I’m free to know

All the shattered dreams

With scattered themes

No longer tattered and torn