I worry
I worry when you go
tauter than a bow.
You always come back in pieces
never less then a few creases
I worry when you don't cry
your eyes are always dry.
You always seem loveless
as if you never felt a caress
I worry when you fight
at times when you hold tight.
Who's to say you will live
when you still have much to give
I wish to have light
so I may light your way
I wish you would cry
so I could help you fly
I wish to stand for you
so I can protect you
while you search for the stone,
and come back as whole...
Edward, please be safe...