Am I letting you be

The best you can be?

Or are you weighed down—

Rain in a cloud—

By me, me, me?

Do you still love to laugh

On our futures behalf? 

Can our future still last—

Anchored down by the past,

Forever with me, me, me?

For being with me, me, me,

Can seem like a bro-ken dream:

Empty yet so full of hope—

A treasure atop a slippery slope,

Enough to set you free, free, free.

So tell me, will you do it?

Will you take this journey with me?

Or is our future too murky:

Impossible to see, see, see.