will you be there,
when the levee breaks,
the doubts crawling over,
falling on face.
will you love my black eye,
in the middle of noon?
will you hold shaky hands,
when i say i can't too?
will you judge my left arm,
when you see me at work?
each one is a lesson,
i still haven't learned.
i loved when i lost,
am i losing you too?
will you carry my torch,
when i 'm killed by the truth?