Here I am caught in the rush,
Caught doing things against my heart.
I wonder why things happen the way they do,
Sometimes you have no choice.
You can fight against the push,
Even when things seem to break apart.
Counting yourself among the few,
Speaking without a voice.
Moving with the flow,
Because the current is to strong.
Going back is not an option,
Inside the rapids you must churn.
You must allow yourself to grow,
Knowing that you could be wrong.
Knowing that it could be the hearts concoction,
Waiting for angels to return.