maybe.

When the sky cries,
do you cry too? Do you
have an umbrella to
shield you from the
rain? I do, but

you're above that
aren't you?

When night comes, do
you crawl into your
blanket, yet scared to be
swallowed by the vortex
of dreams? I'm scared
but

you're the one holding
me, aren't you?

When the end of the
world is found, and I fall
off the edge, you'll be there
to catch me...

Won't you?