When my tears grow feet and jump,
Run down my cheeks and dare to drop.
Will you be there to hold the bucket?
Trapping all the memories I’d rather forget?

When my eyes fill with euphoria
And shine like the crown of Victoria.
Will you be there to retain that joy?
Telling me of all I have got to enjoy?

When my ego is poor
And my feet drag across the floor.
Will you be there to change my mind’s course?
Reminding me that someone’s got it worse?

When my cheeks rise
And my heart’s filled with pride.
Will you be there to help me celebrate?
Chasing away all those who hate?

When the light is leaving my eyes
And my skin turns to dust and ice.
Will you be there to say ‘goodbye’?
Or will you be patient on the other side?