Because sometimes being held is not enough.
And sometimes life gets a little rough.

My hands clasped tight, in the black and silver light.


The clouds shift, revealing a pale moon.
And I couldn't find your eyes, your smile that held a tune.


I tried to hold my heart together, I tried to make the pieces fit.
But they fell apart in my arms, and another wave of longing hit.

Slowly and subtly, a warm memory overcomes me.
We're dancing, and we never stop.


The woods are so quiet tonight, only disturbed by the soft starlight.