You bend i break,
you blow i shake,
to your foot steps i quake,
and crumble in the wake.
Through all of the grief and tears that life creates,
i can always find that right time and place.
Lifes struggles leaves scars
with heavy hands im pushed hard,
but with wounded legs i walk on,
drawing strength from memories of home.
you fuel me.
so please Dont worry about me,
I could never be taken,
im coming home as long as i know your waiting.