My legs will not hold,
My feet must yeild,
The late of the hour decides
But my arms will hold,
My hands will shield,
And wait for the fall of her eyes
And the future is white,
Like fog on the peaks,
Which mountain will I climb?
But there's a pair beside each
Of the footprints I leave,
With her I cannot fail
My loneliness festers,
My mind fears my heart,
I struggle in the dark
But the shade will not feed,
The soul will not bleed,
She heals me with her eyes
