A Thread to Hold

The world is heavy, the sky hangs low, The winds keep turning, they never slow. I stand in silence, the ground unsure, But deep inside, I feel the stir. Each step I take could pull me apart, But something stronger beats in my heart. Through every struggle, through every fall, I hear the faintest, distant call. I hold the thread, I won’t let go, Through storms that rage, through endless woe. It bends, it twists, but still it stays, A fragile guide through broken days. The road ahead is hard to see, A blur of shadows chasing me. Yet even here, where doubt runs deep, I plant my roots, I choose to keep. What if the thread is all I need? A single line through endless greed? A slender hope, a fragile bind, Yet it holds the weight of time. I hold the thread, I won’t let go, Through storms that rage, through endless woe. It bends, it twists, but still it stays, A fragile guide through broken days. And when the thread begins to fray, When all seems lost, swept away, I’ll weave it new with every tear, A bond unbroken, beyond despair. And if the thread should lead me astray, Through darker nights and paths of gray, I’ll trust its course, I’ll heed its call, For even the weakest ties can save us all. I hold the thread, I won’t let go, Through storms that rage, through endless woe. It bends, it twists, but still it stays, A fragile guide through broken days.