Through My Hands
Navigating Life's Mistakes: Through My Hands by Caleb Caudle
Lyrics
Mountains they roll on and on
Reflecting on the enduring nature of challenges, symbolized by mountains.
Every ridge a different shade of blue
Each part of the journey marked by unique experiences, represented by different shades of blue on the ridges.
But I've been running out of space
Sense of limitation or constraint, possibly due to past decisions or actions.
Living with mistakes
Lamenting living with the consequences of mistakes.
Not seeing who I've grown into
Struggling to recognize one's own growth and identity.
Strangers have treated me so kind
Expressing gratitude for kindness received from strangers.
When I was tired and needing the rest
Recalling moments of fatigue and the need for rest.
Still I struggle with my faith
Internal conflict and challenges related to faith.
I'm often led astray
Frequent instances of being led astray or losing one's path.
Blind to all the ways that I'm blessed
Unaware of the blessings, possibly due to being blinded by challenges.
Every moment a feather on a wing
Viewing every moment as a delicate and fleeting aspect of life.
Circling around in the back of my mind
Circular thoughts or memories persistently present in the mind.
Snow don't always melt on the first day of spring
Using snow as a metaphor for challenges, emphasizing their persistence.
Sometimes a little warmth is hard to find
Highlighting the difficulty in finding warmth or positivity in challenging situations.
This afternoon could have been as sweet
An opportunity for joy or sweetness in the present, not fully appreciated or utilized.
As honeysuckle on the breeze but I let it slide
Regret over not embracing a potentially pleasant moment.
Through my hands
Metaphorically, letting opportunities or positive experiences slip away.
Well I hope I haven't been a burden on
Concern about being a burden to those around, reflecting on interpersonal relationships.
Everyone that I've ever known
Reflecting on the impact on everyone the singer has known.
I wasn't put here just to worry and constantly hurry
A realization of not being meant to constantly worry, hurrying through life without joy.
While robbing myself of any joy
The singer recognizes a pattern of self-sabotage, preventing the experience of joy.
Every moment a feather on a wing
Reiteration of the fragile and fleeting nature of each moment.
Circling around in the back of my mind
Continued presence of persistent thoughts or memories in the mind.
Snow don't always melt on the first day of spring
Repeating the metaphor of challenges persisting, using the imagery of unmelted snow.
Sometimes a little warmth is hard to find
Emphasizing the difficulty in finding warmth or positivity in challenging situations, echoing line 14.
Well this afternoon could have been as sweet
Regret over not savoring a potentially sweet moment in the afternoon.
As a glass of my Grandmother's tea but I let it slide
Metaphorically letting go of a moment, similar to line 16.
Through my hands
Reiterating the theme of missed opportunities and the passage of time.
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