You're the light.
My only light.
You are my sound, my muse.
You're my favourite thing to touch, to hold on to.
My safety. My Eden.
I looked to the cities,
Where the streets shined bright.
Across the river
To find another Heaven
But you are my Eden, my safety. My home.
The noise of the hustle and bustle,
Ignites my senses,
Allows my fall.
I long for my calm, my beautiful,