Life

If I were to cry
would you comfort me?
Or would you be cold
As you are now?

If I were to fall
would you hold me up?
Or allow me to fall
And let me down?

If I were to scream
Would you silence it?
Or would you be shy
And take a bow?

If I were to break
Would you reason with me?
Or simply stay silent
And let reason die out?

I can endure, but I am aching
Can love, but I am lost
Can dream, but I'm forsaken
Can press on, at highest cost

And if love is to be my master
and I to be its servant, then
And each turn lead to my disaster
I'll let it lead me to my end

And since your love is marked with glee
And glee so mixed with pain
I think I'll simply let it be
Though I'll never be home again