Head held high

How could something so lost
catapult back into my life?
You were just right,
Not a day had passed in our eyes

I was strong on the outside
A calming stare and a head held up high
At night I turn and I toss
Underneath these sheets till sunrise

I thought about getting up and going to you
But here you are living out of my spare bedroom

You were honest (you were bold)
You were fragile (you were cold)
Maybe now we both can smile
A little wider while we hold
The one we chose, who chose us back
At the moment of attack
The one we need, who needs us back
No matter what the aftermath
No matter what comes after that

Did you get your wings clipped?
Did you keep your head held high?
Did you get your wings clipped?
Did you keep your head held high?