Write me down, I am the words falling apart. Take this broken world off of my heart. So I stumble down in to the room where the templates are made and you show me that somehow I can change these days. You pulled a part of me I could never understand, crashing to your side. And you're breaking up this silence, never to again let my courage fall. You try for every moment walking hand in hand, so encouraging. I'm continually coming time and time again for anything you say now. For this foreign affair I will abide as the middleman, cause the solo cry is more than I can stand. So I walk on air and awkwardly seek out a child's form, and I know that you won't lead me to the storm.