He can stand alone for as long as necessary Without even knowing why it is A feeling of what is right does not have to have a reason Because it can only answer to what is his
Though each day may seem the same What can be expanded upon does not have to say A thought forced upon you by who you once were Is the way home because it was you who pointed the way
He looked at you in a way that gave you confidence And you thought he was in love Though he was it was never in the way you believed Because the next day he changed what he was made of
To not know how to live with change To not know how to explain why it must be so Is to give nothing except what they wished were true And that is the honesty it takes to see them go