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I’m a stepping stone in a pool of quicksand as I help you out and just get pushed in further

Trapped in a cycle sinking down into the depths as my heart still aches over her

Try to relate to end my minds debate but a single push throws me off my balance

Tipping over into the darkness of the sand, but then out reached a hand.



I grabbed hold not knowing or caring who it was, salvation was a tiny ray of hope but it never looked so grand

Gripping strongly I start to lift up, but the problems of mine began to rise as well, like a cancer on humanities good will

I eat away at the foundations of joy never has the world seen such a pessimistic person, every condition just seems to worsen

So I released my hold and once again buried them in the sand, in order to save you I let go of your hand.



The world is turning black now and I start to wonder how did this happen why did it happen

Should I call out or just give in and fall. I’ll never get out alone so why not just once more give it my all?

I try to call out once and I saw a speck of light, I tried again with all my heat and then once again came that sight

The hand came again, a message it did send, try to hold on tight, try with all your might



I felt the sand begin to drag on me, all my problems clinging on refusing to leave me be

I tried to let go again to save them from the pain how could I be free if I’m full of nothing but negativity

But the hand didn't go away, it kept a grip on me and I was afraid of dragging it in so I tried to be a stepping stone once more

But the hand refused to use me like a doormat and instead tried to switch places, swapping their freedom to save me.



The next thing I knew I tried to push them up with me, climbing on my past like the stepping stones I let myself be

All the pain tears and lies, the memories and history that cries, I left it buried beneath me and I struggled forward with my life

Hope rekindled and shining brightly as the spark is ignited and suddenly I’m almost there, it’s like I can already taste that crisp clean air

Digging myself out of the sand, I will never again let go of that hand