stars fade and die
wishes drift away
dreams crash and burn
but i will be your gravity;
i would hold your hand
if you let me

clock hands turning
shadows are melting
dust motes arise
as you inhale slowly;
i could be beautiful
if you let me

tasteless words
stale whispers
forgotten stories
are told by moonlight;
i'll help you understand
if you let me

water runs dry
wells become empty
your eyes fill
but i will be your hope;
i will always love you
if you let me