Promise to hold on if I take one big step.
Will you help me up if I falter and fall on my knees?
I can't see, you are my eyes, promise to see for me.
And even if you couldn't see either, promise to step into the dark with me.
I've heard, this has been done for years.
I've seen, the step has been taken before.
I've known, surely it's supposed to happen like this.
I've heard and seen and known - so why are we still so afraid?
I'm trying to find a net that I can get a holf of
I must find some security for people are counting on me
I keep fumbling, I'm being lifted upwards
And then I get a grip though I'm still afraid I'll loose it
Loose my grip
Loose my grip