I wanna be there when all the laughter is gone
I wanna be there when the party is over and there’s a pile of dishes in the sink
I wanna be there when groceries runs out
I wanna be there when the pants doesn’t fit
I wanna be there when I hear silent whimpering
I wanna be there when the incandescent light bulbs begins to lose it spark
Because in the world where people care more about aesthetics, mediocre attention and lust
I’d rather be there with you even in the storm
——in the war
and all the ugly things you may live through
than be left with a thought of you bearing it all alone
I’m your light keeper
I’m the one thing that stays
——beside you, with you
Before and after the finish line
Whenever you break, I mend
May 5, 2025
May 5, 2025 at 3:55 PM UTC
I wanna be there when all the laughter is gone
I wanna be there when the party is over and there’s a pile of dishes in the sink
I wanna be there when groceries runs out
I wanna be there when the pants doesn’t fit
I wanna be there when I hear silent whimpering
I wanna be there when the incandescent light bulbs begins to lose it spark
Because in the world where people care more about aesthetics, mediocre attention and lust
I’d rather be there with you even in the storm
——in the war
and all the ugly things you may live through
than be left with a thought of you bearing it all alone
I’m your light keeper
I’m the one thing that stays
——beside you, with you
Before and after the finish line
Whenever you break, I mend
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