You and Me
you stand, holding so tight
...but not tight enough
They are
pulling,
pulling,
pulling.
This new life,
my future,
it's pulling so hard.
So we grab
tighter,
tighter,
tighter.
I stand strong,
but tears ready to fall.
We hold together,
but we're
slipping,
slipping,
slipping.
They are stronger;
my future may take me away.