I`ve been standing here for years
my knees are caving in
my ankles can`t hold me up much longer

I`ve been close to sitting
done a little stooping
there might be cobwebs under my feet
I haven`t checked

darkness is all around me
and like a deer in headlights i`m mortified
am I surrounded by spiders that I cannot see
are they the shadows that cave in on me

every sound is torture even if it`s a happy one
because I am jealous of happiness

I want to run, to swim, move in any way I can
but standing here my strength is gone
and the laughter dies away

maybe just a little dance step?
no, that has happiness too

my legs are shaking
my brain is trying to take charge
to stand me up awhile

at least I rested for 4 years in a stoop
when I was partially loved
and then it all unraveled and the truth be told
it was a lie

now again I stand here
being the pillar
the rock
the ant that can carry far above his weight

here I stand
waiting for someone else to hold me up
and not be a temporary fix
a patch to cover the hole
until it can be replaced
when I can afford it

here I stand waiting for someone else to hold me up
so I don`t have to anymore
because I`m still standing
standing alone