Walking these razor blades of emotions,
Trying to find the right devotions,
Cutting deeply and moving sleepily,
Barely moving but always soothing,
Feeling and breathing slow in the crisp cold air,
It was such a beautiful night,
Looking out over a black pit of despair,
It seemed like the world wasn't fair,
Or like no one really cared,
But the truth was at the pinnacle,
That what left us cynical,
But we know the truth,
That where we are we can always be calm,
Safe in the knowing,
That where ever we're going,
We have people who we trust,
Who will never look at us in disgust,
For those things we feel such shame,
You shouldn't feel that way,
One day soon,
I'll see you underneath the moon,
Looking so beautiful,
So perfect.