This is everything,
all that truly matters rides on this moment,
and though the wind blows cold
nothing could stop me
from helping your soul.
this is real.
this is all I’ve ever known.
there are these demons
breathing down your neck,
they plague your conscience
when everything’s a wreck.
but what if your
is just the work of imagination.
when you're lonely and your love's run out,
if the stars don’t show up in the sky,
out there its barren and desert like,
what better reason do you need to fly?
no I can’t promise that there will be an easy path
and I cannot help you
when you want to find your way back
but if there’s one thing I truly do believe
its that this is all that matters to me.