The cheerful smiles are placing the steps. I will gladly walk upon them.
Where you lead I will follow for I trust you are leading me safely. Into your arms is my ending.
So does it matter what we go through or where I trespass into.
You take from me and I give to you, now I’m feeling empty.
My legs are not as strong as they were in the beginning of my path and my smile has no laugh.
For you have taken us down a dark, unforgiving path.
There is no wiggle room in this ground. There is no sound.
This is not what I was expecting at the end of my race and,
The you that I wanted was in my imagination.
I am left with your essence