When illegal becomes legal...

and bombs become shooting stars we wish upon...

Nothing will ever change you and me, not even WWIII.

The only time I wanted the desert to be dry was when you cried so much you quenched it

and when joy comes walking your way as if it were taking an evening Sunday stroll, I promise I'll be there to see you live with it

And if we were all created by the same hands who have constructed this earth...

then don't be surprised when the flowers of the field choose you in whom they speak.

I would take a bullet for you...

Jump right in front of it as it pierces my flesh if it means you will survive...

And even if I died giving you the last drop of water if it meant you will carry on, the earth would take me in and I would grow into a tree just to give you my fruit.

You are the cool mist on a harvest day I will always give to...

Because that...

That right there...

Is how much...

I care for you.