A loving kind of love.

Sometimes, somebody does notice the pain that weighs down on you.

When our loved ones slip from our fingers.

When things get dark.

At times we tend to forget we're human.

When the sky begins to cry, I won't be here -

Could we ever escape our destinies?

We never truly know.

We don't want to say goodbye.

A loving kind of unknown.

We stand alone, And we conquer