The words are trapped again

I cannot say why

The coming sun is blinding me

As it peaks into the sky

All the good an inch a way

How can it fill me with such fear?

But the thought of one mis-step

Still consumes me, that is clear

All the woulds and ifs and coulds and mights

The probabilites have me overwhelmed

And somehow I must convince myself

To loose my grip upon the helm

So I dig deep into myself

To force my lips to say

"Though I know not what lies ahead

All will be well, come what may"

It is always darkest before the dawn,

But in the darkness I see you,

So I trudge blindly forward,

When I stumble, I reach for you to steady me

And you are there, at the edges of my fingertips,

When you falter, I catch you

And I think, perhaps there is nothing so beautiful,

As a love before sunrise.