The Other Hand

Breaking these bars one by one
and building fragile bridges to tomorrow
this prison cage sanctuary is almost gone
to my relief and endless sorrow

This changes everything changes
new and exciting, terribly frightening
I have to live up to potential
and if I can be somewhat confidential...
    I'm not sure what that means.

Except that I must be stronger
I have to stay longer
I can't throw in the towel just because it's tough
I can't just say I've had enough

It's now my standard to meet
my own expectations to exceed
and I've never pushed myself very hard
I always kept that trump card
    Or simply folded my hand

But this time I don't think I can

To my relief and chagrin
I find that I'm all in
I have a strong suit to play
and my backers haven't backed away

So I'll show my cards... and pray