Raise you.

It’s interesting how so many things,
Change and yet they don’t.
The patterns seem to replay,
I think I’m learning, but I won’t,
Always apply the lessons.
I’m always hoping for the best,
Yet I always fear the worst,
And so I cannot rest,
Upon any kind of laurels.
I cannot lean on anything at all.
I have you to raise up my dear,
And I’m damned if you will fall.