In a moment, my happiness flashed in front of my eyes.
In an instant, my bliss almost slipped from my grasp.
You said you'd always catch me when I began to fall.
So now here I tumble, toward what I don't know at all.
The fall is not the part I fear most, it's the stop in the end.
Can you catch me? Are you still willing you take my hand?
Falling through chaos, reaching out for your embrace.
I feel that at least for now I've found somewhere, a place,
Where I can let go and be as I am, not as they wanted me
All I ask is to catch hold of me, kiss me. Keep me, please.