We have found refuge in each other;
when my burdens are too heavy for me to carry,
you carry them with me,
and I have done the same for you.
It's what we are.
It's who we are.
It's what we do.
But we are drifting...
Much further than arms length.
Should we toss a line?--
manage yet again;
Or has it been saved one too many times?
Save what we are?: Forget what we are?
Save who we are?: Forget who we are?
Save what we do?: Forget what we do?
I'm tired...
and so are you.
I see it.
You thought you were hiding, didn't you?
You've all but given up you zest for life.
And that, my friend, is the greatest of all losses any person can endure.
You always radiated with vigor,
and it was quite notable.
I took one look at you,
and I noticed what I haven't noticed in a remarkably long time.
I noticed how dead you were.
You're acting has gotten to be so good,
and I've been lost in my own quandaries;
I didn't even notice...
But I know now.
I have never known that smile to be yours,
or those eyes,
or that stride.
Why are you pretending everything is perfect?
You've lost the thing that could give anyone--including yourself--the most hope.
And that is certainly not okay.
How does pretending make it any better?
Have you forgotten what you are?
Did you forget who you are?
Have you forgotten what you do?
There is a tumor growing in your soul--
ripping straight through you.
And although you feel hollow,
you aren't dead.
You still have so much ahead of you.
Two years is a long time,
but the years after that are sure to surpass.
And when the two years placed ahead of you seem to loom over your head,
just think, "Less than three... Less than three."
I will toss a line in hopes that you will remember.
I hope you have the strength to hold on to it...
But when all else fails,
Never forget what we are.
Never forget who we are.
And never forget what we do.
I promise that against all odds,
I will never give up on you.
