Everyone needs a rock to keep them steady in the stream
While life rushes down and you try to chase a dream.
You need a rock to hold on, to stay steady, to stay strong.
Everyone needs a rock with them,
I’ve been one all along.
I’ve been a rock for my family, for strangers, and for friends.
What kind of rock I’ve been for someone honestly depends.
For the most part, I’ve been sturdy, Been safe, been secure,
For my family and my friends, I try to always endure.
When it comes to strangers, I feel particularly at ease,
Mostly because they don’t know the kind of rock I can be.
The waters are often violent but sometimes it seems calm,
See, there’s calm among the surface so you don’t know what’s wrong.
The stream of life does these tricks to make you think you have a break,
But really it’s just preparing for the next big wave it’ll make.
Most rocks in the stream started out as something small,
But gradually with time they grew strong and sturdy with it all.
In my case, it’s different, mostly you can see,
That being a rock for others is what I’ll always be.
So often I’m the rock for all these people that I know,
That I don’t ever really feel like I have a rock of my own.
They are there, this I know, I can see them with my eyes,
But thinking someone else can be a rock seems unwise.
I refuse to let go, I refuse to leave the stream,
So the waters just continue to eat away at me.
I’m scared of letting go. I’m scared of being weak.
I’m scared that I don’t know when it’s okay to sink.