I see the way that you look when you hear his name. I see his picture up in your frame, and you refuse to admit you still miss him, but it's okay. You're a tower of strength when you're breaking down, but through the wall I can feel your cry, and when it's quiet, you're screaming inside, and I break as I hear you, loud as a bomb, wanting a shoulder to cry on. I hear you tumbling fast, here and now. You're afraid. Don't you worry. I'll teach you to fly before you fall away.