She lays outside and counts the stars...

My reality is simply a fantasy. The unimaginable is the truth. A good thing? Maybe not. Everything is so simple, it could be anyways. Yet we choose to make it so complex, just mix in a little doubt along with a fear of love. It only takes a little when all of a sudden you're further away then you'd ever thought you could be. It's so easy to hop into a big hole, it only takes a step and all of a sudden you're stuck at the bottom. To climb out though? Sometimes it seems like too much of an effort, do we honestly believe its better down here? We can claw at the sides all we want, but the only thing we're doing is scratching ourselves up, causing more bumps and bruises. When will we stop trying so hard to get ourselves out, and see the rope that has been lowered right in front of us. Freedom is right there, all we have to do is grab on, hold on tightly, oh so tightly. And maybe we have grabbed on before, only to loosen our grasp and tumble back to the bottom of this pit. Then we lost our trust, once again. But who was the one to let go? The rope hasn't gone anywhere, the grip on the other end is stronger than we could ever know. Did we let go because we thought we were too weak? Or was it because we had trusted ourselves to be strong enough and failed? What will it take for us to listen to the voice yelling down at as, crying for us to hold on, just hold on and He'll set us free...