I can't seem to get this right...
every time we try to talk...
it seems to end in a fight...

I know it's a cliche' to say...
"It's not you, it's me"...
I know I've gotten thru, I know you now see...
Even when I'm winning I can't seem to stop...
from saying just one more thing...
then wishing I had not...

We're like two birds balancing on a branch...
being tossed back and forth...
our tree swaying in the wind...
I won't let go, I will not roam...
Because you.. my sweet little bird...
you make that tree feel like home...

I know I'm not the first bird to hold onto this branch...
but I sure would like to be the last...

I know this is rough on you...
decisions, choices, sacrifices, ...
I know you have to be scared...
your head has to be reeling...

But know this, I smile when I think of you...more than before...
You finally gave in and opened a door...
and gave me a peek at how you are feeling....

So, I pray God gives me patients, like you've ask me to have...
I know this is going to take time...
but, every time I think of you...
I about go out of my mind...
......the effect is not mild......

I'm asking you to please be patient also...
and I will try to grow up and stop acting like a child...