Am I your light?
Your hope at night?
Does your heart take flight
When I'm in your sight?

Am I your life
Amongst this strife?
Concerning your thoughts about me are they rife?
Or do you want to cut me away with a surgical knife?

What circumstances put me in your mind?
Do you ever imagine our hands intertwined?
Would you still want me with you if say I were to go blind?
Or because of my sight would you leave me behind?

When I see you again will your arms me surround?
I apologize for the questions abound.
But, sometimes I wonder if you want me around.
I'm afraid that the answers with a "No" would resound.