Your beautiful struggles hold me captive
The ground on which you stand
Opens wide, calling for you
The cracks spread fast

But I see how you stand
Your face to the wind
Arms folded
Eyes open wide

You won't let the end take you so easily
You'll put up a fight; kicking and clawing
Till it spits you all out
And puts you right back.

But all the while
Till that day should come
I watch your trials, and think to myself
Your beautiful struggles hold me captive.