| I'll never be a knight in armor with a sword in hand, or a kamikaze fighter. Don't count on me to storm the barricades and take a stand, or hold my ground. You'll never see any scars or wounds. I don't walk on coals. I don't walk on water. I am no prince. I am no saint. I am not anyone's wildest dream, but I can stand behind and be someone to fall back on. Some comedy, you're bruised and beaten down and I'm the one
who's looking for a favor. Still, honestly you don't believe me, but the things I have are the things you need. You look at me like I don't make sense. Like a waste of time. Like it serves no purpose. I am no prince. I am no saint and if that's what you believe you need you're wrong. You don't need much, you need someone to fall back on. And I'll be back. I'll take your side. If I'm the only one! I'm used to that. I've been alone. I'd rather be... The half of us, the least of you, the best of me... and I'll be your prince. I'll be your saint. I will go crashing through fences in your name!
I will, I swear, I'll be someone to fall back on. I’ll be the one who waits and for as long as you let me I'll be the one you need. I'll be someone to fall back on. Your prince. Your saint. The one you believe you need, I'll be. I'll be someone to fall back on...someone to fall back on.... |
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| My heart hurts and I am not exactly sure why. Illegitimi non carborundum. Don't let the bastards get you down. |
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| Fast food for supper on Opera nights: $20 Bobby pins for my hair for Opera: $1 iTunes purchase: $10 Stars for my fourth and fifth graders: $2 Christmas tasting coffee with gingerbread cream: $5 Near death experience at work: PRICELESS |
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| I pray for freedom from the chains that the idols in my life have wrapped so tightly around my body. |
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| I am torn. Don't know who to go to for Godly wisdom Is there someone I'm forgetting to consult? The end will justify the pain it took to get us there |
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