You are the wild grass growing between the sidewalk crack.
The support you need rests on my sturdy, rugged back.
I am the peak sheltering you from flashing thunderstorms.
The path we walk, I will clear of thistles and sharp thorns.
Life's meaning is clear when shared with an eternal friend.
And time will know about our unbreakable strength.
Worry not about the whirlwind of the past.
Rough surfaces will no longer last.
As I promise you a peaceful tomorrow.
By drinking the bitter ocean of yesterday's sorrow.
It was great fun collaborating with a very Talented Wayne Hill. The first five lines were written by Wayne and last five lines by me [ Smriti Jha]