There may not be a man, but there is a presence.
He may not be able to hold my hand, but he will still lead me to the promised land.
I may not be perfect, but he loves me just as much for my flaws.
I can never love him as he loves me, but that's something that has to be.
I may not be able to cry on a man's shoulder, but I can always show him my tears.
I can never be perfect or give up my life like his was given for me, but I can devote myself to he who was devoted to me.
I will not worry for myself because he will always carry me.