A poor excuse for reason,
I let go and watched you fall
Talking to myself again;
I didn't hear you call.
Did I lose my mind again
or did you only steal my heart?
When will the aching cease,
or is this just the start?
I'm lost, seeking a reason,
but I close my eyes to see you here.
In crazing, consuming confusion,
the love that is to come draws near.
Be brave, you'd said, and never fear,
but you were the one who suffered deeper.
You grab my hand to face the wind-storm,
and we climb faster when it grows steeper.