Funds low. Little to show. A heart undersized refuses to grow. I see my cue to go. Tired now and unaware. Not too observant, few reasons to care. No cause to carry or emotion to bury. Still I push on to see a new dawn. Hold out awhile to exchange a smile. Waving you forward in the hardest race you've run. Finding the motive to put down the gun. You hold me up infrequently but enough to see the best in me. I never tell you of my dreams but you know more than it seems could be a possibility.