Often I ask myself what's worse the endless darkness or loneliness in its most extreme variant
A darkness so potent not even sound could pierce it's ever encompassing embrace
And your voice is the one melody I need to hear to break free and feel lights warmth once more
A loneliness so severe even when in others company nothing quite compares to time spent with you, and furthermore that doesn't begin to compare to the times we spend alone together
But even on the darkest and loneliest nights
Opening my eyes to your visage is unlike any other sunrise or surprise even if I knew you'd be there
And once again I know everything is and will be fine, when I'm next to you.