Place of Stand

One word after another
It seems so formal and doesn't make sense
Why would I want to speak?
If I was not speaking to you

One step after the next
All leading me in directions I don't want to go
Why would I want to go anywhere?
If I wasn't going there with you

One smile after another
They all are faked unless you're in the room
Why would I be happy?
If I was ever away from you

One hand on another
Your hand on mine
This is where I belong
This is my place of stand

Samantha