If I let you hold my hand although my heart is torn
And every night hold you close enough to keep you warm
If you wake to see me hunched over and so forlorn
I just want you, my love, to remember but not to mourn
If our child wakes one day to a bed that dips on one side
Let our child fill that space with a love so pure and kind
If the walls creak because the house feels alone at night
Then give it paint and music and bathe in optimistic light
If the words cannot be thought with minds then let them flow through hands
And let the paper on the walls glisten wet with what your hearts can't stand
Let the truth show clear though all the smudges and the smears
Hold on to each other to let go of your troubles and your fears
If I let you hold my hand although my heart is torn
And every night hold you close enough to keep you warm
If you wake to see me hunched over and so forlorn
I just want you, my love, to remember but not to mourn
One day I'll have to leave, perhaps the day you're born
But know this my love; all is calm in the eye of the storm - Sky
