For the times that you've let me down
And for the times that you were there,
I would like to thank you
And remove that thanks shortly afterward.
Do you recall when you left me in the storm?
I was ten years old, weak, unstable, unsure
I remember watching the tears pour down.
There was nothing better do, or so you had
Made me think.
Does the memory of submitting that story remain?
Does the sensation of winning a gold linger?
You gave me the will to push on
From my doubts and those who doubted me.
Why were you there when I least expected it?
Why were you there when I needed you most?
Will you be there for me in the future?
And before you go, what does it hold?