As I lay here,
Colors fade,
And the warmth of your touch grazes my arm.

You're soft and warm,
Welcoming yet humble,
And you call to me-- you call my name-- tonight.

I long to follow you,
To lay in your arms,
And feel the slightest touch of comfort.

But I think of my family,
My friends and my life,
And a second thought takes it's place.

But I've been here long,
I've seen many things go,
And I'm not afraid to follow in line.

I just wish it were simple,
Easy to decide,
And not quite so painful inside.

As I lay here,
I hear a voice
And it tells me it's okay to go.

It says "I love you,
I'll miss you a lot
And I'll never be mad that you left."

With those simple words,
I took hold of your hand
And not once have I ever looked back.