They tell me I'll be fine all by myself,

But I sit here waiting to talk to you, My Love.



              It's strange how we try to be so strong,

          yet we all need a shoulder to cry on.



I was lost in a sea of self-loathing

                          and it was there you saved me.



       A train whistles through the cool, still air.

               Not much longer will we be left in this moment.



                            I pray you know I admire you, Baby.

                  I hope you know my love for you knows no limit.



I wander under these storm clouds,

         wishing it would just rain love on me; on we.