Sitting working on my mind a breeze drifts through my window.
I can feel your whispers on my skin. Your faint light warms my heart.
How I have forgotten to whom my thanks is due
for the chance to seek and learn what’s true.

My family they are too afraid to know why they are scared.
Unbeknownst to them our fates are wholly shared.
They cannot hear the silence cry over the blaring TV screen
and the bombs exploding outside their windows.

My only fear is sleep and my only rest is in your arms.
Lift me up so I can see where my attention is due.
I’ll stay here and I’ll stay strong, If only for you.
I’ll keep walking, holding on, If only to find what’s true.