Together through the night
a quiet holds them close,
they feel the remorse
of quarrel and separation,
every moment is a plea for strength,
every thought is a phrase of love,
and he trembles to hold his arm
back from her waist, she’ll just move away,
and she stammers through whispers
the fear of making mistakes, I know I’m being a stupid girl,
and so they pass the night
without stopping and realizing
that this is the one time in life
that Chance may rest
while indecision takes control.
