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,
Just out of reach.