I wake so you can sleep.
It’s my turn on watch and I must remain vigilant.
For what, I’m not sure.
Moans and sighs that don’t penetrate the soul,
hearts that won’t, or can’t, rapture,
all the souls that have your face and your eyes and are not heard?
Can I face what’s on its way?
Yes.
Can’t stop loving.
I won’t stop now, what I’m doing.