I hold on to your promise
I hold on to what I believe
I dislike assuming things
I dislike playing pretend
You owe me this much
Yet you owe me nothing
How long shall I wait?
How long can I wait?
I am not the first prize
Nor am I a consolation
If ever you break my heart
I would fall so deep that I would not able to wake up
So tell me now, the sooner the better
I am willing to hear, whatever the matter
For I shall rise or I shall fall
I will try my best to keep standing tall
© Sher™ 2011
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