I'm breaking down
and it's only my second week
in this new town.
I'm crying and I
feel like dying, while my heart
breaks, my soul aches.
I had said no hurt
or pain could tear us apart.
But my failing brain
begins to drain, while my aching
heart tries to start.
We sit in my room
and he asks me, "What should I do?"
I wait a moment and
I say to myself, "What should
I tell him? What I think to
be the truth, but what
proof?
Finally I tell him, "Keep
faith and stay strong, I don't
but we will get through it together
no matter how long.
I think for a while
after he's gone, "Will I be able
to stay strong? For me,
for him, for them?"
I've been told
I could have a beautiful
future full of love and
care, look! Behold!
It may not be streets
of gold now but someday you
will be awed and wowed.
I say, "No need for that
now, we need to get to home.
I will pull us straight
Through this high and below."
I think "Wow, someday
me and him will have lives of
our own."
But some how, from
someplace, I know me and
him will only get stronger
ONLY if we hold on a little
bit longer.
