These days...they all look the same to me.
It's repeatrepeatrepeat.
It eats at me.
And I cant help but imagine that you feel very little.
Sitting here I wonder, are you aware that you're alive?
Did you inhale today?
That air in your lungs, it means nothing to you.
It's hard to imagine how one goes on living
after something so important passes on...
How something so close, so needed,
can dissapear within minutes.
It's sad, really.
But you, you lay there,
not knowing your own reality...
not knowing what it means to be alive anymore.
The moments that take your breath away,
should be the same moments that remind you
how beautiful it is to get that breath back.
You're here.
You're here.
I hope you never forget that.
Maybe you should look closer.
You might see someone like you.
Someone trying to find their way,
trying to find themself.
It's easy to feel sometimes,
like you're the only one who's struggling,
who's frustrated, who's hurt;
The only one who's trying so hard,
but barely hanging on...
Well that feeling is a lie.
And if you just hold on,
you might find courage to face it all another day.
Someone will find you someday
and make everything okay.
Because sometimes, all we need is a little help.
Someone to help us find our voice,
as we're drowning in the volume...
At this moment, there is close to seven billion people in the world.
Some are running scared.
Some are coming home.
Some tell lies, just to make it through the day.
Others are just now facing truth.
Seven billion people.
Seven billion souls.
But sometimes, all you need is one.