Cracked clay earth under my feet,
Have you been listening?
Tears that stain your hands,
Tell me what I've been missing.
When you're hanging by a thread,
The second hand takes it's time,
Fields of grey,
Summers spent kissing,
When the lights go off,
The memory is missing.
Hang on tighter,
Though the thread cuts your hands,
And the pain will not end.
Hold on more than your life depends,
To let go is to let your heart end.
Cling to it like a promise,
And save yourself with that tiny,
Thin red line.