Tell me something real.
Tell me something that matters.
Tell me that there are more stars than there are bad men,
and that in this place at this time,
there are fewer bad men than there are freckles on my skin.
Tell me that my world will change
and that my life will change with it,
and that the fight in me will resolve into peace.
Tell me that I’m real.
Tell me that I matter.
The faltering embrace of the waves will steal the unwelcome warmth from my blood.
The stern wind will cleanse the light from me;
My deepest darkness will flow
from my heart to the sea;
And we´ll be one;
In a terrible,