I got a little weak in the knees;

But never in the heart.

What once was a beautiful lie

Now doesn’t know its part.

Lost in the intricacies of a life

He left shadows in place of himself.

What once was so completely open

Now collects dust on a shelf.

He came back with a storm behind him

It was a very unlucky streak.

When you ask if he’ll ever waver

I can only say “he’s too weak.”