When I fall

'I love you,' I cry
down on my knees,
my fingers reddened with sin.
I'm counting the seconds
for you to walk away
But you take my hand out of the cookie jar,
the burdens from my shoulders.
All you ask for is a mustard seed
of hope,
one promise that I believe.
Well if this is religion,
then I'm hooked,
ready to die for you
again and again.
It's a vicious circle
where I can only try harder and harder
to fight back
with the assurance
that you'll be by my side,
arms open wide
ready to catch me
when I fall