A time machine to who I was Before any damage done
A time machine to who I was
Before any damage done
With hope and promised lives
Everything waiting to be won.
I sleep with dreams of futures past
Joy stands sentry at every turn
And you are there to point the way
Guiderails for the most dangerous curve.
Your voice casts the spell on us both
Pulling and pushing to the deepest place
To find your least best self.