Don’t give up on me,
For I am a good man,
Don’t give up on me,
When the shit hits the fan.

Don’t give up on me,
And stay by my side,
Alone never let me be,
Help me get to the other side.

Hills, mountains, rivers and valleys,
Tiny streets and dirty back alleys,
Stand by me as I cross all of them,
As I retrace my path to the stem.

So much goodness lost on the way,
But good I will forever stay,
You were the needle in a stack of hay,
For you to keep me,
I shall warmly pray.

Unworthy were so many people,
And tarnished is now my temple,
I can only ask you to be gentle,
My heart please do not dismantle.

How many times must I go over again?
How many times must I feel the pain?
How many times must I stand in the rain?
How many times must I do this in vain?

I shall never take you for granted,
I can never do it, even if I wanted,
Now that we clicked, now that we bonded,
By the shadows, I will never again be haunted.

Don’t give up on me,
And it will be all right,
Don’t give up on me,
Fill me with your light.

Don’t give up on me,
In my life, you were the suture,
Oh! I can already see the future,
And I truly love what I see.