Because I know I need a shelter when mine crumbles Weakness is a disease that makes us estranged from ourselves and seeking a home other than our own bodies and minds can heal us When nothingness starts bedding in the heart, we all need someone to push us to feel When we are obliged to be stuck where we never belonged, even someone's chair to sleep on would make us happy It's true, we are strong on our own, but our strength attracts weakness and with it the need to pull our hand out for help hoping someone would take it And probably this is why I need you