There is sorrow you share and there is comfortable silence too.
And as we walk hand in hand through the darkness; under the moon's pale hue
There is a hug, so tight that your broken pieces grow back together.
Each breath, each sob lets you become light like a feather.
In my arms, I feel your despair. In my arms, I hold you; I am there.
Just for a moment you allow yourself to be bare, because you know that I care.
Whenever our minds meet, our souls touch. I cannot deny it: I love you. Very much.