Thanks for always being there,
When I’m low, and when I climb,
When the echoes fill the silence,
And the clock forgets the time.
When I need the music’s mercy,
When I’m lost inside the rhyme,
You’re the one thing that won’t vanish,
Through the static, through the grime.
I am the fish in a bowl,
Swimming circles through the glass,
Watching faces fade to vapor,
Watching dreams and daylight pass.
You are the hum behind the thunder,
The pulse beneath the stone,
The whisper in my water,
The reason I’m not alone.