Only the coin in my hand,
It couldn't possibly buy much,
But it was money all right,
The coin in my hand,
More than I'd held in a long time,
I should have known it wasn't enough to buy all I wanted,
It's called faith you see.
When all wits tell you there isn't much you can do,
There isn't much you can believe in.
Facing fears,
To move a step from the shores,
The signs were all there,
I could but see them so clearly.
I didn't know what else I could do,
Say,
What steps I could,
Or could not take.
Knowing thyself,
That even when everyone knows you are holding on to a lot.
All you are aware of is the single silver coin you hold in your hand,
All your fingers clutch the tightest they possibly could,
Taming your heart into blocking out the break,
That comes from taking it all out,
The fear,
That you'll have nothing left,
But gives you strength to clutch harder,
At your single silver coin.
