LYRIC FOR SALE

By Anne Elder

Maybe there's a purpose,
Maybe there's a concrete plan,
Maybe I'm not worthless
Like you always said I am.
Maybe I can help you
As you slowly start to fade
The role of guardian angel
Will become my one crusade.

You think that you don't need me
And I don't know what to say
I struggle to remember
When you first became this way
I try to hold on tightly
But you're straining to cut loose
My nails they dig in deeper
And I'm drowning in abuse.

Maybe there's a purpose,
Maybe there's a concrete plan,
Maybe I'm not worthless
Like you always said I am.
Maybe I can help you
As you slowly start to fade
The role of guardian angel
Will become my one crusade.

You're acting like a stranger
And I'm taking to the role
We're building up the danger
Of destroying what was whole.
It's difficult to take this
And I'm not sure that you see
How sustained bombardment
Takes a deadly toll on me.

Maybe there's a purpose,
Maybe there's a concrete plan,
Maybe I'm not worthless
Like you always said I am.
Maybe I can help you
As you slowly start to fade
The role of guardian angel
Will become my one crusade.

I know that you are falling
And you don't know how to stop
You have to hear me calling,
See me reaching from the top.
It's time to take my hand now
Please don't go and slip away
Just try to understand how
I just want you here to stay.

Maybe there's a purpose,
Maybe there's a concrete plan,
Maybe I'm not worthless
Like you always said I am.
Maybe I can help you
As you slowly start to fade
The role of guardian angel
Will become my one crusade.