He held out his hand
and reached to hold mine.
He said, "Let's begin our journey.
With me, you'll be fine."

So I took my first step
and I saw a vast land.
I tightened my hold,
but Oliver's not in my hand.

I saw how I look like:
a beggar in a street!
From afar, there was Oliver,
in a royal gown, sweet!

But does he remember me,
I could not tell if so.
There were princesses around him;
I'm here but he doesn't know.

So I turned around
and sat and cried.
Then somebody poked me,
"Let's run and hide!"

It was my Oliver,
once in a royal gown, sweet!
But now he's changed into
a beggar on his feet.

Then he held out his hand
and reached to hold mine.
He said, "Let's move somewhere else.
With me, you'll be fine."

So I made a small step,
and checked if he's around.
Good thing that he is,
but we're on a different ground.

"Mars," he whispered,
"a peaceful place.
We're its Adam and Eve,
we can build our own race."

"This is beautiful,"
I whispered to him back,
"but I am scared of the nights here,
everything's pitch black."

He pulled me close
to comfort me.
He kissed my cheek
and he's all I see.

So he held out his hand
and reached to hold mine.
He said, "I have something else for you.
With me, you'll be fine."

I blinked just once
and now we're both lying.
My head rests on his arm
and there are crickets crying.

"You were afraid of the dark,
now let's watch these small lights."
He smiled as he held me,
under the stars of that night.

Oliver rubs my forehead,
and held my finger.
I slept while he spoke,
and his voice in my dreams did linger.

"Hello," he softly said
as he stared and smiled.
"Good morning, dear."
I whispered like a sleepy child.

He then held out his hand
and reached to hold mine.
He said, "Let's go start our day.
With me, you'll be fine."