Holding

Behind me, I carry a cavity, a sense of loss
That forewarns me, it is the shadow of my past
As I look forward to see beyond, there is dullness
To escape it is a choice that I would lose myself

From meeting you I know I have found a hollow
Towards my destiny I will bare that, as it will follow
To reach past this monotony would be to let go
For now, to show my love I'll hold the furrow.