Confidence is not something I have.

I don't own it, it doesn't belong to me, or in me.

It flew away a while ago

Like it was being released from a cage.

Floated up and up just out of reach,

And now I want it back again,

Although I would have preferred

Never to have lost it at all.

I can see it, and it's pretty,

But it won't let me catch it, hold it

Because it knows I can't protect it,

Look after it, cherish it.

Because it knows it will be broken.

Knows it will fall, from grace

So it stays,

Floating,

Just out of reach.