It seems funny that hands so small
Can change a life-
Two lives.
Yet I know those hands reach out
Beckoning you and reminding you
Of duty, love and honour.
For me, it's them,
For you, it's him;
The thing that makes us who we are
And dictates who we won't ever be.
The tug of war was never uncertain to me
When those eyes had the greater need
And all you wanted was to provide.
I pulled with half a heart
And then relaxed my grip and freed you.
For me- it's them.
These are the things that make us who we are-
The building blocks of our existence.
Take them away and we'll crumble,
It's only a matter of time.
