Still here
Cut a rope Pull myself down every night Mentally not present Physically in the scene Fighting the fight That which I cannot defeat I see her before my eyes I see them all, in fact All those who went beyond Those whom I lost They'd wish me not to lose, too But it comes for us all, eventually The lucky ones fall young The unluckiest live till their backs give out Till their hair turns grey I stare at the rope I've just cut And every rope from the previous days I'm still here Despite it all Still here Till I fall The world could climb on my shoulders I still won't stop Keep moving on from every blow That gets thrown my way Take pride in the little victories I've earned Learn from my mistakes I'm still here I'll always be Till I am no more Take my hand I'll drag you along Till my dying breath Or till yours I'll be your shoulder Your back Your eyes and ears For as long as we both live I'll be here Fear not the coming tides Fear not the exciting times ...