in this moment everything goes the way it must go…
in the morning, in the light, perhaps,we see the clarity of night
re-examined, our doubts laid bare, exposed,
not right, not wrong, but who knows, maybe,in this moment everything goes
the way it must go, and in the very next,
another truth, but still it’s you.
So I’m here, slipping up, sometimes scared of the dark, of youof what I don’t know, and
yet I am here, beside you, another day, but still it’s you.