Hold you like a Handgrenade
The distant cries of a newborn were our soundtrack. Now they are fading, and we can’t remember those sounds. Everything is always growing away, we chase it, hoping it will set us free. We hold our breath from a world outside we can’t control.
Everything we do is for each other as our days slip away. Building this together, while everything seems on the verge of breaking.
Scare me come closer.
The morning sun begins with hope. The sun has been stolen from us, as the rain never stops. The cold nights keep us as one, hidden from the struggles of the day.
The glint of light in my eyes, shows a life that is full of dirt and grace.
Just breathe, as we become empty.
Whisper in my ear and stay with me, I would do it all again if you asked.
Troy
