If the air touches skin with its grace If the gift of love gives an embrace If a blade finds its mark and blood is drawn Still I think I’ll be far, I’ll be gone If the breath of today does not sway Tomorrow’s memory just may It is all I can hope for as of now For the scent of today is too foul Is this meant as a twisted cure? Protection from all the hells endured I’ll take anything, as long as it stays Within sight always