Stand

At the back of my mind, I can't help but guess that I would be more content if I did less I'll always fail in finding my feet. Surely it's easier if failure's complete? but I cannot back down These hands have failed, I am undershadowed and shown up Every day is a fight and a step forward, but I falter and then i'm falling back again Ground level is a realtive failing. I need something to catch me when I fall When I stumble you are my support. When I back down, you pick me up again I couldn't stand without you by my side. Give me your hands Where are our past glories? where have they gone? i'm sorry, i'm just trying to say thank you