You stand there, in front of us all,
Proud to be exactly who you are.
You never seem afraid of the fall
From such heights above me so far;
A horizon stretches out afore us both,
But there's only one hand reaching for it.
You've one in the hand of a romantic oath,
And I've tied mine away, deemed unfit
To ever hold another so close.
You open to a full sprint, chasing the sky,
Leaving me with the path I chose;
I never had that strength to fly so high.