If I ask you what your fear is, I hope you tell me something real.
If I ask you what you’re passionate about, I hope the fire in your eyes gives me chills.
If I ask what keeps you alive, give me more than your heart.
If I ask why we fell apart, I hope you don’t say it was all my fault.
It’s these little prayers that get me through.
It’s these little prayers that bring thoughts of you.