The tears are dry and no longer run
down my tired face.
I stand at your door, hope gone, dreams soiled,
as they tell me once more, "go away”.
All of my life I’ve been a traveller,
exploring the homes of strangers.
In one night, then out the next--
victim to lies and hurt.
I’m the addition, the extra check,
the one who burdens your schedule;
I throw a fit, fight in school,
tired of this sick race.
I turn to leave, when I hear a cry
not from my mouth, but yours?
I’m caught off guard, it’s a second chance?
You pull me back into your arms.
You’ve put up with my tantrums, my traumas, my baggage
as if it was yours to carry;
Chance after chance, pure perseverance
as you accompany me on this race of terror.
Love is this, that you persevere,
you continue through thick and thin;
It’s protecting, understanding, it’s self-denying,
even if I’m the only one who will win.
Our relationship is strong and in you I trust,
because you’ve looked past all my flaws.
Others have lied, but you have died,
Simply because you've loved me.