In fields of wild flowers,
I seek the light of your eyes,
Only to see you in a tall tower.
Thinking all I get are good-byes.

Just a boy and not yet a man,
The field grows wider with each passing day,
I do all that I can,
I always end up on my knees and pray.

The wheight of the world crashes down,
It seems to be put all on me,
I see the sadness of others when I frown,
I know more than I see.

They depend upon me for happyness and joy,
Or so it seems,
I can't screw up its not allowed,
Not for me. Not for me.

I am the foundation on which they stand.
Unable to pursue the things I love,
My arms are stainging to hold them all up.
What will happen if I fall?

Will they fall completely?
Will they abondon me?
They make this harder for me.
But never the less I will hold them up.

With the strength given to me by God,
I will stand my ground and hold onto them.
They will not fall far when I am with them.
I will catch them and sacrafice my own pursuits.