When the sky is so dark and at loss of any sign of a star's spark,
We find ourself laying outside at night staring at the blankness in the park.
Just like our passion for one another being so vast,
It was only due to what has happened in the pass.
We face the day wondering about anything that we may be.
Because this space in between our lungs,
Is felt by our history.
Blind to the eye we may see,
What we still can be.
But like most words spelt out with the letter "C".
We are as deep as the deepest sea.
