I pin the hope of living,
to the beautiful blue-green shine of her eyes.
That's the one place I can see myself with something other than hate.
Her grin draws me near.
Hearing the sweet sounds roll off her tongue,
I realize I can listen to my name,
And feel proud.
It's her laugh I would give my dying breath to hear.
I look into those eyes,
All I can see,
Is the warm sunset over a tropical beach.
All I can feel,
Is the warmth of your hand in mine.
And that right there is,
The thought that keeps me going through the day.