Why do you insist on picking me up
When the floor has become my home
Why do you insist on light
When dark is all I’ve known
Why do you insist on high
When all I feel is low
Why do I tell you yes
When deep down I feel no
Why is it you he sends
When your the one I need
Why is it wings you give me
When I’m barely off my knees
Why is it ‘when’
When will it be ‘if’
Tell me please.
WHEN…
