Tears fall from eyes as petals from a rose
for the destitute heart still stricken with fear.
Though terror cause hope's door to close,
I will still be here.
Feet dance and leap for joy unbound
when heart's true love is near.
Through echoed whispers with no sound,
I will still be here.
Uncertain days of stress and strife,
of pain and heartache draw ever near.
Though on that razored edge of knife,
I will still be here.
Though sunlight shines or winds may blow
I ask for you to lend your ear
to hear the word still spoken so:
I will always be here.