• Sometimes people don't seem to learn anything.
    I know I'm in that position rather often.
    I know that some people are stuck into habits.
    But no one breaks their toe 5 times and doesn't invest in better boots.
    Yet somehow, here I sit, chasing into yet another dead end,
    Knowing that every other time I've found myself here,
    All that I've found have been the broken pieces of my heart.

    I somehow keep finding money,
    To pick up a new bottle.
    Pouring in what has become nothing more than red sand.
    Every now and then I get time to work,
    Forge the sand back into glass,
    And shaped into a heart.
    God helps those who help themselves.
    Maybe picking up enough pieces,
    He'll show me who I can trust to hold it.

    I'd like to think that fate and karma are more than just words,
    Even if I've never been shown otherwise.
    Where do you stand when you let go of your hopes?
    Sure sometimes they get up there,
    And I'll be the first to admit that the fall hurts.
    But I won't roll over and die.

    It's not me.

    Everything in life has been put there for a reason.
    Some things are here to test us,
    While other's are rewards.
    There may be times when it seems we're tested and tried,
    And can't see the ending, or even just somewhere to rest.
    Times when the rewards aren't what we hoped for,
    Complaining that it's not right, something's not fair.

    You never know when things are going to work out for you,
    When you'll finally feel as though you won.
    But do you want to sit there, wondering if the things you've done,
    Or for that matter, the things you didn't care to do,
    Caused you to miss what it was you truly yearned for?

    We have developed into who we are throughout our lives.
    Maybe not everything is drawn out in the clearest picture,
    And we can't see why certain things had to happen.
    Stop and wonder for a minute who'd you be without that,
    What else could have been affected by it?

    I'm very grateful for the person I am today,
    No one is going to make me regret it.
    And I may climb the same tree time after time,
    Hoping that maybe this new branch will hold.
    But I can promise you this,
    That tree will stand until the day I die.

    Because one day God's going to make a branch to hold strong…
    To build a life on...


    And I'll be right there to climb it when he does.