Despite any number of smoke screens;
of lofty promises and unobtainable dreams,
we'll always have that one thing we believe in.

In the event of unknown nights
spent drowning ourselves beneath the weight of our plight,
we'll always be able to find our way back.

In case we crack and get lost in the creases,
we'll have each other to pick up the pieces,
and rebuild them better than the way they once were.

You and me,
carrying on the light.
We can make it together.

I'll never again fear inclement weather,
for I've found a port in the storm.
You give me the strength to row this boat,
and a hope to row it toward.