• The word pain is quite familiar to me.
    The word is a dear friend of mine.

    It has a habit of covering my eyes.
    Has the awful tendency of spouting lies.

    But I don’t want it to be this way!
    Fly whilst you can, away from the turmoil and hurt.

    Your hand is what I reach for.
    Your love is all I need.

    I tremble for what is to come.
    I embrace all that comes our way.

    You are the only one for me.
    My dearest, I cannot last forever, but only in a memory.