Every time you think of me,
Think of all that you see.
Every time you think of me,
Think of what we should be.

Every time you think of me,			
Think of life and let it be.
Every time you think of me,
Think of all that we could be.

As I crash through all those times,
With those pits for me to find,
I never take a glance upward,
Noticing only what?s behind.

No matter what pain my body feels,
All the strife that makes me kneel,
Nothing could break me apart,
From your strength and lonely heart.

My eyes shut open,
So open, yet so blind,
No kiss of life could let them see,
All the pain inside of me.

Those chances, the screams, 
Those lives, the dreams,
That dark, these beams,
The truth, it seems.

The life, that death, why must it break,
Away from everything I take.
No chances, yet screams,
No lives, no dreams.

The dark, no light,
The fallacy, so bright,
No way could it ever be,
Without there always being,
You and me.

That design made for us,
That rhyme laid for us,
That kiss paid for us,
No amount due to us.

That life taken from us,
That strife held by us,
So blind are we thus,
So kind, aren?t we thus.

So let it be, what we can be,
Only what I dream to be.
Let these things paid by we,
Always be what we see.

For in it there is always
You and me.

For what is this that we teach?
For what is this that we reach?
For all those things that we reap,
Is all that love that must seep.