Stood so strong alone,
Full of confidence and pride.
Never to turn and ask another
When I myself was in doubt.
And when time grew tough,
I'd still ever-vigilantly outlast.
Yet my hands are now soft,
My heart’s strength is borrowed.
And now I only find comfort
When you lie in my arms.
And it is a temporary comfort,
More than it is a permanent.
So very soon I will be freed,
From all my possessed vigour.
Only for it to return to me a
Hundred-thousand times fold.
And I feel like so much more,
Enough for you and me, us both.
My hand has now gone soft,
So that I may hold yours harder.
My heart has borrowed Love,
So that I may return it anew,-
And I have now become more,
Than I alone could possible be!
