The best we can do is breathe

You're everything I see 

Everywhere I go

Every artist on the side of the street

Trying to sell his heart

Each writer with a pen in hand

Who doesn't know where to start

Each movement of a dancer

Spinning into a pirhouette

An empty soul walking through the park

Wondering if they still have a silhouette

Every homeless man in front of the liquor store

Asking for an extra cigarette

You're the stormcloud in the distance

Threatening to cry on me

You're the promise of persistence 

But now you're starting to die on me

You're the comfort of tomorrow

And the sadness of yesterday

The stranger that once was welcome

But so comfortable he wears his stay

You're the arrow that pierced my heart

But the angel was shooting from behind

I wasn't ready but here I stand

Trying to make the best of what I couldn't find