Lines.

There's a fine line that's built over time.

This line is yours, and this line is mine.

This line was built with love, with values and with trust.

This line was built by us over time.

I want to continue to build this line, oh if you'd only let me.

For a line so fine hasn't yet been broken, even over obstacles and time;

because the values you built your half with are not the same as mine.

Yet this line hasn't yet broken over time.

For I've strung my heart down this line, and even if it lacks yours,

it still has mine, and so far it seems to be doing fine, keeping this line.