I worry that when the time comes
When I learn to stand on my own two feet
With the shoes that you've given me
I may forget how to live without you.
I mean, think about it will you,
Now I see that the world is spinning
And I can feel my weight on the ground
But wait, then suddenly, you're not around?
I worry that when, finally, the time comes
And I look back at the grassy barren
I may have to leave your light
That continues a dying star.
And how unfair it is for you and I
That you are to push me onto another lie
When I know when I hold her I hold her true
Knowing fully well that all I'll ever see is