It’s not a question of dying for her
For dying would be much too easy
A means of escaping what I wouldn’t face
The place I avoided and refused to see
But when I met her, she deserved more
I knew she needed what few men would do
Not for me to slay the dragon without
But instead to conquer the beast within
I let go of what was precious to me
My weaknesses, my fears I traded in
All that had been my places of comfort
So I could know and understand her
My insecurities I discovered
Letting them loose, tearing open my soul
My anger, my pain I needed no more
My pride and selfishness left with my ego
When moments came that I doubted myself
When I knew achievement couldn’t be done
I remembered her and chose to believe
For she sees in me what I cannot
Some days I sure wish I could die
Some days I’d sure love to quit
But someone needs to be there for her
And I’m rising up to the challenge
She needs and deserves the best I can be
She needs me without all my baggage
The real me who’s not insecure
The one who’s confident, calm, and assured
A man to whom she can surrender
To whom she can give her whole life to
I can’t screw that up, a soul so precious
I can’t let my past mess up her future
Instead of choosing to die for her
I choose something far more challenging
Something more frightening than death itself
I choose instead to give up my weaknesses
–Jason Westlake
Mon, Apr 16, 2007
