i have so much to hold
and there’s so much i risk to lose
one misstep one juvenile error
if you go crashing down i would too.
a pebble as golden as your good heart
a book twelve hundred pages long
one glance and you know i’ll follow
black heart of mine is now far gone
it’s been sent to dwell with you.
if this world was ever meant to end
i’m glad i met you before it did
i’ll hold you so tight, hand in hand
and wish i was made of rock or sand
the only things death cannot touch.