You asked me two questions that evening.
To know you thought of me there,
Among grief without end,
Where there’s ever more room for bleeding…
It’s enough.

I don’t know how the world never showed you,
Every cell you’re dividing is heaven deciding
No hell could hide this one truth;
You’re enough.

So, it’s my turn to show you, before we get old.
What I know we all owe you. To have & to hold.
I’ll catch every red raindrop as proof.
They’re enough.

Endgame. You raise your shield to ward off love.
I fall to crimson swords. We’ll replay until we win.
We’re enough!