Till the final stop

 We're going camping in the open fields
Just you and me
We'll talk about our past experiences
Set ourselves free
Like a golden dandelion flickering in the sunlight
Standing tall in grand defiance
In the morning we're ordinary
But we're unique when we moonlight
As basic individuals, strangers at times
Hand in hand walking, as the music chimes
Slowly pouring away the residuals of our broken hearts
Slowly reforging them anew
Lead me, my dearest one, to the open fields of tomorrow
Let us abandon the streets of yesterday
I know both of our pasts are filled with sorrow
Take my hand and don't be afraid
As the arrow's fire is lit, and the beacon is booming bright
We'll leave behind traces for those who wish to follow
And as the sparrow pyre is split in half, we'll take flight
Walking blind into the embraces of tomorrow
You and I are one and the same, and so different and inclined
I am truly happy that you were born that day
It is truly blissful that you're by my side
When the skies learn to abide by our commands
When we own all the horizons combined
Together, you and I, will conquer these lands
And tomorrow's darkness will hide
Fear itself will fear our joy
It'll fear our brightness and colourful light
For the future holds itself close
But to breach its barriers we need to ignite
Ignite the flames within each other's soul
So together we'll burn brightest yet
I'll be with you forever, my dear
My soul, my heart, my everything
I belong to you and you to me
And together we'll fly into the mystery
A mischievous grin that grows on your face
The playfulness that you bring to me
The joyfulness and the beauty
That defines your quiet mystique
I love you with all my heart
And I'll never stop
For I would bleed myself open till the last drop
If it'll save you
I shall take every breath till the final stop
Until I die with you

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