You

In all my times of pondering,
in all the times of fright,
all I can think of is you.

In all my times of wandering,
in all the times of flight,
all my thoughts are of you.

In times of happiness
and in times of sorrow
and in times I worry that
there's no tomorrow.

All I could ever hope,
all I could ever dream,
is that you'd be here
when I'm torn at the seams.