Held together by the ties that bind, all the more important ‘cos we rigged the knots ourselves, 
Yesterday is lost and to tomorrow we are blind, so together we would face all that enraptures and repels,
And through the years it helped us put the worst behind, and enjoy the best, although it came in too brief spells,
But our tethers became weathered by the daily grind, and the frailest of all threads was all that held,
And to this thread we clung as we hoped to find, another rope to knot and save ourselves,
But the fierceness of the storms made this final thread unwind, and all hope of extra rope was soon expelled, 
But that was when we realised that by rope we weren’t defined, but rather by the warm strength of the hands we held.