I grasped your hand tight for the shortest moment,
But it seemed an eternity; a promise, a future,
And in that moment, when I was safe, so secure,
You gripped my hand back, and I felt content.

I fell, like a shooting star that's lost its hold on reality,
A star that shines bright in its fiery descent, burning,
Falling so often feels the same as flying,
For in that moment you held my heart; you held me.