we arrived quite early for the show
your eyes welled, wet and weary with tears
worried what they would know
so you bit back both of our fears
[restrict]we walked through that crowded theatre hall
afraid, you grabbed my hand after we’d kissed
that place packed to the rafters and wall to wall
we plunged both our fingers into a single fist
we held on, afraid of judging glares
unscathed we made it through the crowd
you led me down the red carpet stairs
forgive a heart for feeling proud
you’re no coward, have no shame
your sudden courage saw me through
of cowardice I am the one to blame
I couldn’t have done it without you[/restrict]
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