May?

You're the wind beneath my wings

That saves me from falling from the fourth story

You're the support that's holding me

When the foundation crumbles beneath my feet

You're the record that sings me to sleep

When the tears are burning holes in my cheeks

Some days you're the reason that I even breathe

You're the evergreen tree

A reminder that winter will always leave

You're the answering machine

That reassures me that you're listening