Michael gave me his pair of shoes. He saw my feet were tired and sore. And though he thought his gift I'd never use. In truth I never needed them more. Michael poured me an ounce of hope. That filled me for a thousand years. But Michael never saw his golden wings. That hid me from my childish fears. And it seems like yesterday. He was standing at my door. I couldn't let him in. Because I did not know how. And it seems like yesterday, I saw his smiling face. He gave me so much. And now I'm scared to be alone. Well I never knew just how to give love, And I'm scared I'll never know. Well, I was taught that love will drown in anger. Taught by the hand that feeds.