Life without Samson
As I lie in front of the granite casing
Canonized by the sight of the one I love
Longing for his tender touch, to be in his reach again
I often smell the distinctive scent of his uniform
Surround myself with his garments
But only when he's not around
When he's around I must appear to be strong and stable
The constant questions of innocence and ignorance are impossible to answer
But he doesn't understand and I hope he never will
Life must continue and progress
I must now be his granite casing
To shield him from the bitterness and harshness of reality
But who will protect and support me?
Who is there to caress and look after me?
Who do I lean on and run to?
The granite casing can only do so much
But yet here I lie against it still
Even after all this time
Hoping to find strength