Am I holding on to infatuation, the mere ideal?
Can love really be left destitute?
Have I really chosen to cling to what is real?
Or have I secretly chosen the substitute?

Do I put faith in Him like I feel I do?
Or is the feeling a mockery of my words?
Am I strong enough to pick between the two?
Is this always going to hurt?

Could it be?

Is it time to let go?
Can I really make her see?
Is she ready to know?

Will she listen to my voice?
Was I trying to bypass this moment?
Will she understand my choice?
Will she view me as an opponent?
Am I myself deceived by my own thinking?

Sweet, sweet child of mine, this is reality.