Broken

I was a ship with no harbor, lost in the storm, A heart wrapped in winter, so brittle and worn. Then you came like sunrise, a warm, steady flame, And I found my compass, and it had your name. But there's a shadow, it stands at our door, A grim, silent figure, I can't ignore. It whispers your name in the still of the night, And I'm left to wrestle the fear and the fight. If you're taken, how will I stand? A broken man, in a broken land. The world's too wide, the nights too long, Without your voice, without your song. I was nothing before you, I'll be less when you're gone, Just a hollow echo of where I belong. Your laughter's my anchor, your touch is my shield, But nothing feels certain in this battlefield. I see the dark growing, it's pulling you near, And I can't stop the clock or quiet my fear. I was a wanderer, a ghost in my skin, Now you're the reason I've learned how to begin. But if you should leave me, what would I become? An empty sky without a sun. If you're taken, how will I stand? A broken man, in a broken land. The world's too wide, the nights too long, Without your voice, without your song. I was nothing before you, I'll be less when you're gone, Just a hollow echo of where I belong. How do I fight what I cannot see? This grim dark force that's haunting me. I'd trade my soul, I'd give my breath, To keep you safe from the hands of death. If you're taken, how will I stand? A broken man, in a broken land. The world's too wide, the nights too long, Without your voice, without your song. I was nothing before you, I'll be less when you're gone, Just a hollow echo of where I belong. So I'll hold you close, as tight as I can, Praying to keep what's out of my hands. But the shadows linger, they never depart, And I'm left with the fear of a shattered heart.