I want you to be the one I stand with for ten thousand days,
If only there could be a metaphor to describe,
The pain that scars with fear,
Because all I have been through and done contains loss.

Fragile like the little dancer with her grace,
If she is never disturbed,
She can never be broken,
Can't you see,
The bandaging previously just below her sleeves,
Taunts like it's got nowhere else to be.

Can not let such things rack me so miserably,
Toss the remaining feelings out to see,
Because I could never go back to dancing in the long sleeve,
Beautiful I know it could be.