i asked you today, what would happen:
you said there'd be a storm.
but you've always made it though,
you know how to sift through the clouds,
searching for the sliver of hope
and find it,
grasp it and hold on until you can pull through
more and more and more
and i knew
you can handle it,
you've handled worse.
just, when the storm comes, do it for me?
tug on that fragment of light
until it illuminates
and shows you things you've never seen
do it for me?