I wrote this song at a particularly low point in life. I’ve struggled with suicidal depression, major depression and ptsd for a few years now. At the time that I wrote this I was treading water and, as it sometimes does, my subconscious predicted that there would be worse times ahead. I wrote this song in one of those song-writing trances that I sometimes have. The words came without conscious effort. The song was composed before I knew I needed to hear these words, and weeks or months later when I was close to drowning they were already there – the words I most needed to hear spoken from me to myself. My subconscious mind, I think, put safeguards in place so that a time when it couldn’t reach me there were still signs for me to follow. Reminders that I want to keep fighting the good fight and not forget myself. It’s still working.
Take my hand, have no fear
I have a plan to get you where you belong
I know you’re in trouble, I can hear your song
Please, don’t stick your head in the sand
It’s be so easy, and it’s so hard to plan
And I know, I know that you’ve been hurt
And it ain’t fun to wipe the dirt off your skirt
You’re on your own, you fight for what you wanna be
The truth comes out, the truth comes out,
I hope you save room for me…
There’s no need to take my advice
I’m here if you need me, but you’ve paid the price
you know how to walk this weary world
I’ll stay right beside you if you decide
Nothing’s right, no nothing’s right, no nothing’s right when
You’re on your own, you fight for what you wanna be
The truth comes out, the truth comes out,
I hope you save room for me…
There is is no need to wither
Or face this life alone
This love that I deliver
Is even when you’re gone
You’re on your own, you fight for what you wanna be
The truth comes out, the truth comes out,
I hope you save room for me.
Written and Sung by Maggie Cocco
Guitar, Neil Eby
Recorded, Mixed and Mastered by Ryan Anderson at MusicTown Detroit