I didn't resist when the foundation began to fall. I know my footing, of that, at least, I'm assured. For some time I've felt the stumbles in my chest.

I don't recall me in this head. If anyone knew the horrible weight you felt, I could rest it for you to catch your breath. Sturdy in my dread, I'm packing my own.

Me in the stitch, was a safety bet. Struck by the dream, looking for me, without a chance. If this place was dead, it would still be you and me left.

You've seen it in my self. Felt it in the past, or rather not at all. The cripple in my step, is hard to resist. The peak in my confessed, was the best that I had.
My morning bird you, will be hard to forget.