You're clinging to the future,
Though the past has let you down.
So many wounds to suture,
Still, you wear your thorny crown.
I really don't know why to you
I say the things I say.
Same is true of the things I do
That hurt you every day.
Through everything, I'm by your side,
Long past the great debating.
My arms, as always, open wide,
Heart and soul...still waiting.