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
I speak with all my heart & mind
When I tell you to believe
If you're with me
I'll be here
I'll be here still
Moving, everlasting
Till I draw my final breath
I'll keep fighting the good fight
One day, I'll stop buying ropes
Some nights I don't
But others, I buy more & more
But that won't dissuade me
Or slow me down yet
Little failures help me
Learn to live with no regrets
The past is whatever
The future will bring itself
I might not be here forever
But at I'll be me, however
Till I draw my last breath

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