Only you can make me do this.
Nothing matters, when you whisper into my ear.
Sparse arrangements of orchestra, lift me up into the clear,
Embrace my madness, nothing to face, nothing to fear.

A conundrum that echoes
Until the act is done.
You bring me to knees, nowhere to hide, nowhere to run.

When all I have is memories,
Remnants of the now and not later.
You leave hope for a better day,
Though not quite filling up the crater.

Hope for a change tomorrow,
Amongst the desolation that breeds the hollow.
I look towards the sky,
And the bright light I follow.