Tears will fall from our eyes
Rock bottom is where we will rise
Take my hand, hold it tight
I'll never let you go, it'll be alright
When our sky above is light blue
I'll be there to smile and laugh with you
But when the gloominess in our sky spreads through
I'll be there to fight the darkness with you
Don't worry my friend, the storm won't last
It'll be just a memory from your past
I am not the sun nor the stars,
I am the breach in the land, a fracture in the clarity of your path,
The rapture of your kin, a well-defined and eternal scar
The soft meadow trembling under the skies of your wrath.
I am not fragility nor peace,
I am the tingling tear crossing your cheek,
The vivid affection that so easily decrease,
The numbness, the void that for a moment you will seek.
I am not the ashes nor the flame
I am the hope for your care, the fear of your lecture
The seeker of truth, yet the child of your blame
The teasing grace you will consume with a fading pleasure.
I am not expendable nor granted.
I am here.