Pulling tight the strings of my heart as if they'll break any day
Ripping through my spiritual walls as if they were paper mache

Calling to me in every bit of silence
I hear you speaking my name
Whispering how you want me and that no other shall take my place

Crippling ideas of who I should be and what I am through the day
Giving me strength at first glance as that smile comes across your face
Holding tight to my soul like a kid's first grip on a kite

You are my absolute, my everything, my being

And above all else
You give me love and I return it generously