• Trace my lips on your cheek,
    I'll only hide if you come seek,

    There are no words to describe what I've been through,
    Yet mountains become grains of sand when I'm with you,

    Hold my hand and you will see,
    Conquer the world; just you and me,

    Run my fingers through your hair,
    Look to my left and see you standing there,

    To the ground we fall,
    Landing on little green blades that stand so small,

    Yet they tower over any chance of fear,
    That you and I won't always be here