Written by: Gina Young

In between birth and death
  is where all hearts break
  is where breathing is reflexive
  is where pain is formative and real.
In between day and night
  is when birds stop singing
  is when the oceans wake
  is when broken laughter covers the earth.
In between waking and dreaming
  is the end of everything
  is the trust of heavens
  is the depth of nothing.
In between belief and betrayal
  is love
  is loyalty
  is a lie.
In between here and now
  you will find me 
  you will find me waiting
  you will find me waiting for you