Look to the Sky

Would you follow me to the moon and back?
I feel like everything is floating...
And you're hold my hand through this journey.

I've made mistakes...
I've made achievements...

We both have.

We both want the same thing as far as I can see.

I don't know where to go from where I am sometimes...
But I like risks.
I like adventures.

I live for the thrill of both of them.

I swallow fear most of the time.

So if I ever get faced with a ferocious beast...
Do you think I will run?
Or do you think I will fight it?

It's kind of like love...
We either run from it, run into it, or we fight for it.

So is love this big ugly beast we wouldn't want to come across?
Or is it something we see as terrifying but up close is really beautiful?

Now and then I wonder about it...
Will I be scared when I fall in love with someone?
Or will I be ready for it?