You’ll be okay.
I need you to be okay.
‘and you’ll always love me won’t you?’
‘and the rain won’t make any difference?’
It is the Acropolis that made a rebel of me. One clear image will stand in mind forever: the Parthenon. Stark, stripped, economical, violent; a clamorous outcry against a landscape of grace and terror.
All strength and purity.
Time will show that our hearts will grow
and I just hope there’s a place for me.
There’s no way to grow that don’t hurt
And I’m still falling.