Steady Hands
We carry what we're able
Everyone carries through life about what they can handle. But pressures and expectations creep in, suggesting what more can be carried. And while each parcel may be a good thing on its own, at some point adding one has another overflow. This is a song about how reality has a way of keeping our limits in check.
Lyrics
The basket’s full but steady still,
Enough to meet the day,
Each piece in place, no need to rush,
A calm and measured way.
A loaf of bread fills the space,
Soft crust beneath my grip,
But with this added weight inside,
The milk begins to slip.
Every time I take on more,
Something slips away.
I can maybe hold another thing—
At least that’s what they say.
A jar of honey slips inside,
Sweet weight I try to hold,
But as I add this golden gift,
The bread begins to fold.
Every time I take on more,
Something slips away.
I can maybe hold another thing—
At least that’s what they say.
A wedge of cheese dropped right in,
Its flavor sharp or bleu,
But as I add “just one more thing,”
The honey slips right through.
No basket wide can hold it all,
Something inside must gently fall.
Every time I take on more,
Something slips away.
I can maybe hold another thing—
At least that’s what they say.
I hold what life demands,
And carry it with steady hands.
Every time I take on more,
Something slips away.
Every time I take on more,
Something slips away.
Something slips away.