How could there be none of us
My hands must be the ones to save us
To cling tight
My fingertips ache from holding on to that cliffside
Bloody and torn I hang on
It's not the pain I fear, but the silence.
A word that doesn't deserve us.
But you deserve better.
You deserve us.
To be the air that you breathe
To being inhaled by you and changed by you
Hold your breath
To be the one to hold on