How far can I push the beams that support?
Before they collapse under the strain of holding me up?
I pray that I may prove myself worthy
That my visions for the future do not seem faulty
Many times have I fallen
How can they stay here to watch me rise once again?
What is in my eyes that holds them so close?
I stand where I must
And lay down when I am sleepy
She is there to share my bed with me
Does she know I will not stop trying?
If so, does she really believe it?
Fear is my foe tonight
Loss is in the back of my mind
I do not know what I would do without Love
Will she continue to offer it to me?
Or have I schemed too many times?