At dawn, see how the freckles of leaves stayed hid When neither the moon nor the sun shines I will do more than the stars ever did When the sky crashes, I will still be your spine I will carpet the land with fireflies from bare hands Ignite the tiny lights like the trails of stars Until they fall on you; Find me among the crowd that stands At night, I will lull you to sleep with the strings of guitars When the music ends and your hair turns gray When the universe tries to pull our souls apart I will still hold your flowers throughout the day Until our pieces stitch to the rhythm of your heart