With my mind clouded by unwanted thoughts,
I diagnose myself with a sickness untrue,
The weight of the world pressing down,
Will you look in my eyes and assure me,
That - everything’s gonna be alright?

When chaos swirls like a storm in my head,
Will you see me as the anchor I seek,
And tell me, in your steady voice,
That - everything’s gonna be alright?

Hold my hand real tight and let your warmth break through,
In that grip, remind me of the calm we can find,
Will you tell me softly, with unwavering truth,
That - everything’s gonna be alright?

Be my home, a safe place...