Dying star

I worry that when the time comes  
When I learn to stand on my own two feet  
With the shoes that you've given me  
I may forget how to live without you.  
 
I mean, think about it will you,  
Now I see that the world is spinning  
And I can feel my weight on the ground  
But wait, then suddenly, you're not around?  
 
I worry that when, finally, the time comes  
And I look back at the grassy barren  
I may have to leave your light  
That continues a dying star.  
 
And how unfair it is for you and I  
That you are to push me onto another lie  
When I know when I hold her I hold her true  
Knowing fully well that all I'll ever see is  
 
you.