Every single time. It becomes too much. There's nothing I can say. Or I can touch. But the glory is as it comes passing through. I know I will be there. When green eyes turn blue. It's the same for me. Time appears to teach. There is nothing quite beyond our reach. Wits may sharpen up. Their cuts and clever flays. Let them squander all of them. You brighten up my darkest gaze. And as a consequence I can see out of the gloom. That I gathered about myself. That I thought would flatter me. What the hell was the matter with me. Every single time I approached despair. I thought of your name and you were there. I won't burden you. As promises will do. But I know I will be there.