Rosśa Crean

Lyrics

fair warning

there will be moments of weakness;
i want you to know this, up front.
there will be days when i come and fall at your feet
to beg or demand that your arms protect me, if only
from myself.
there will be awkward, brazen bouts of fear;
i want to prepare you for the inevitable.
there will be nights when i cradle empty air
and pace a rhythm of the many failed attempts
at grace.
there will be quiet moments of hope;
i want to assure you of the sweet and serene.
there will be long afternoons during which i will
be yours; slow hours in which you will, for a short space,
be mine.