You’re gonna rise up out of this place. You hear me, child?
Other folks say the die’s been cast. They’ve struck you off.
But I know you. You’ve got something they don’t see.
Listen to what I’m telling you. I see it when you and they don’t.
When you hide from me after you mess up.
And you get small again like a baby in your corner of shame.
I find you in that place you run to.
I picked you up then, and I’ll pick up now, and every time.
When you look up, at times like these, I see it. The “want to.”
It’s the “want to” in you that’ll make you make it, child.
The deep “want to” after you fall will get you through,
with a little lift from me. I’ll make you a vow, child.
I’ll always be there to lift you, even when you can’t see me.
Even if you doubt, or you think you’ve gotten too old or distant.
The “want to” will make you make it. Again and again.
And when you’ve made it, they’ll finally see it, too.