Your love wasn't the kind
that knocked me off my feet;
I still stood tall

Your love wasn't the kind
That made me stumble;
I still felt strong

But your love
has grown on me,
And I can't escape

I dream at night
of what would happen
if your love should leave

I would be left to face
the world on my own and,
I am certain I would fall

Because without your love
to help keep me tall,
I will get knocked off my feet

Without your love
to keep me stong,
I will stumble