Solid Ground ©2006 Richard March Four walls, slowly fading Sweet and misty air You're staring at the fog bank I can't believe I'm here There's so much I want to tell you Never thought I'd have the chance Not a word is spoken There's no time for token speeches So I lean to you and reach out As you slowly take my hand Like it's planned Side by side, we rise together, Walking toward a memory called home You say, "Is it ok?" I promise we will make it, Now that we don't have to be alone You couldn't understand it So you put it in your pack Maybe it would make you stronger Maybe it would break your back I remember you decided You could do it by yourself But you knew the better When she loved you let her Just enough to tear you wide Let a little light into your heart What a start Now you tremble with a hungry fear So ready for another round Ok, there is one way We'll walk this road together 'Til we find ourselves some solid ground