Torn In Two

He asks her quite bluntly
Tired of all her meandering

"If both of us were standing
Side by side
Both offering you redemption
A life of ease and company
Both lifting you up, helping you breathe
Easing your burdens
Which one would you choose?"

But it's not a fair question
One isn't really offering that, not for sure
His could crumble at any second
It might not exist at all

Pick the sure path, her mind screams
Pick the one that makes sense
But she hesitates with fear
Will the one holding out his hand for her
Be able to handle her baggage?
And is she giving up something magical
For something that will drift away?
Would he be what he says
Even if she confessed
How completely torn in two
Her heart feels