Rocking in the empty space,
Between loneliness and overwhelming love,
Is where you'll find me now.
Looking up in the night skies,
Thinking about the stories I was told,
And told.
Life is what you make it,
So I'd like to make it this.
Running after storms,
Holding fast to the ground.
Coming home with dirt stained shoes,
Hoping someday I'll come home to you.