Maybe one day good and bad will collide

and  I won't waste time trying running to hide

and somehow the hurricane will make sense

of eternal storms keeping me in suspense.

I won't have to wonder and neither will you

about where "us" is going or what "us" will do.

Finding the maybe, the sweet silver lining,

are all I have hope for, yet hopes keep declining.

A mess we have made but I still want you

to fix all my problems,  and I don't know who

else there would be to wipe tears away,

from my face, so I'm begging you, please -

stay.