The rain takes me back to an image, of one that could cure an ache
From a distance I saw the wanderer and marveled at it’s galore
I questioned the reason and I ponder the solutions
But none could tame the wild thoughts
I tried to seek and rest my doubts so I could freely breathe
But the spell is cast and the soul intertwined
And I could only breathe in silence
Just as how I learn to believe, I wish to disregard
For this conjurer is a mirror image of me
'Let me be the one you call If you jump I'll break your fall
Lift you up and fly away with you into the night
If you need to fall apart I can mend a broken heart
If you need to crash then crash and burn
You're not alone'
Give Me A Moment
