You have to start out learning to believe the little lies.
“So we can believe the big ones?”
Yes. Justice. Mercy. Duty. That sort of thing.
“They’re not the same at all!”

Give me strength to find the road that’s lost in me.
Give me time to heal and build myself a dream.
Give me eyes to see the world surrounding me.
Give me strength to be only me.

I wanted a story that couldn’t be told…
only the fishing part of fishing.
I didn’t see the brave girl so near me.
I couldn’t hear you singing softly to me.