Warm in your arms,
And walking on air.

The clouds formed a path and led me home.

When I got there,
The clouds twisted,
And I was no longer floating,
But falling.

Shouting of the heavy wind,
Red raindrops,
Thundering bass.

Not even music can save me from this storm.

When those thoughts keep you up at night,
When the pain makes your chest feel too tight,
When you’ve lost all the will to fight,

I will always be here.

I’d run to your home in the dead of night,
Bring you into my arms and hold you tight,
Hand you your sword and shield to fight,

Because I’ll always be here.

We all have something to praise,
A god, a person, an object.

He always told me he praised the sun.

Soon,
I became his sun.

I never understood when he said I’m the light of his life.
Because to me,
He was the sun.

He brought warmth to everyone he passed.

And then I looked inside him, and was shocked.

The sun that had always shone so bright was dim and collapsing in on itself.
It felt like looking in a mirror.

At that moment,
I finally understood,

That I truly am his sun,
And he is mine.