You're a fragile soul who's lost. You know not what to do anymore. You want to give in, to give up, because you know how to do that. Because you've fallen many times and now your legs seem too weak to stand your own weight. And god knows how much easier it is to stay broken, sprawled on the floor than to gather the needed strength to stand up. Your eyes have run dry from crying so much, they are red and they also hurt. Your heart hurts.
You look around, searching for me, for me to help you up, as I wish with all my soul I could. But I can't, our meeting point is still further ahead, there are still more miles to be walked before we meet. My heart aches with the sight of a defeated you and a powerless me. No, there's nothing I can do for you but pray.
And so I pray, I pray for you not to give up. To be strong one more day. I trust my love to a star, and wish it'll get to you. If only you could receive the tiniest of my love, enough to stand up just one more day, then, for today, that'd