Yellow Slide

Climbing up the aged wood stairs I sit about to descend the yellow slide

Excited for the cool earth breeze to whisk me away into new places I dare not dream alone

I will have the bravery to fall at the end of the trail

Not knowing what is underneath and going into the unknown abyss

Is it worth it to slide down into oblivion without a hand to hold when I slump to the bottom

Not knowing what is underneath and going into the unknown abyss

Yet I know now, that you are there to catch me at the bottom and to hold me so I don’t fall

Is it worth it to slide down into oblivion without a hand to hold when I slump to the bottom

I will have the bravery to fall at the end of the trail

Yet I know now, that you are there to catch me at the bottom and to hold me so I don’t fall

Climbing up the aged wood stairs I sit about to descend the yellow slide