I can’t always be your salvation. One day I will rip you apart. I won’t always be a helping hand, Because one day I will reach inside and tear out your heart.
If you allow me to love you, utterly and truly, Then you must allow me to write about you in my art. Let me show you all that I am and all I could be. Come travel with me beside a shooting star.
We can learn to fly hand in hand. Walk with me over foreign lands, That are new to our being. Maybe one day we will become all knowing and all seeing.
If you are my God and I become yours, All things will become possible in this crazy mixed-up world.