What relief can i find in this violence of life?
The essence of presence can't just be getting by
I try to find a meaning that feels right
The sun that fills the loss of the night
Watching water pour through, spilling out like every "i miss you"
And there you are sprouting through the earth
Like warmth through the blinds
I save every piece of you i find
That the things that matter most are the ones we hold close
I feel the warmth you bring no matter where i may be
You are always with me