I don't want you to save me.
I want you to pull the bravery out of me.
I don't want you to kiss my wounds.
Just remind me that the rest of the world has been wounded too.
Don't tell me it'll be okay.
Tell me to fix it myself if I want it my way.
Don't pamper or baby me.
Push me hard so I'll become the best that I can be.
But be there when I cry,
When it really gets too rough and I feel like I could die.
Hold my hand sometimes.
Just make sure my sadness doesn't make you tell me lies.
Pull me out of the muck and mire
Then remind that bravery is courage under fire.
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