Irony

Center of it all
The middle ground you go
No way for you to fall
In my heart this I know

Standing by the road
My work it brings no fame
As my heart weak is slowed
Each day appears the same

For anything you have
I fight until I die
While you find it given to you
And I am given a lie

You have the help of many
I have the help of none
You have the love of those you don't know
Except for dreams I have no one

Of all the things you have from above
And all the things you can do
I never will see from you the love
The love I silently give to you