I think that there is nothing so vulnerable
As the moment you realize that your clothes
Still smell of the person you love,
And you feel very small,
Like a child,
Afraid to be so utterly comforted
By something so insubstantial.

Shout
My name
If you need
Someone to hold
You in rough times that
You’re going through and I
Will lift you up when you fall
Then we’ll fly high up in the sky
Riding the wind like the world is ours