I watch how you get up and try to run
I watch you fall and hurt your knee
I see you get up and try again
And just watching you causes pain to me.
You won’t give up until it’s right
You let nothing stop you or get in your way
You try again although it hurts
And if you can’t get it now, you’ll try again another day.
You yourself are a metaphor
Of what has happened to me before
Once it got tough he gave up and ran
And turned into that scared little boy,
From who I thought was my daring, sharing, loving and caring,
My only, my all, the one I lost, who was my man.