You say “maybe,” but I say “we’ll try,”  
Through the rain, through the pain, we’ll get by.  
I see your broken pieces, and still, I stay—  
Not to fix, but to love you along the way.  

In every “what if,” I’ll hold you near,  
Not for answers, but for love to clear  
The storm you carry, the doubt you fear—  
Together, we’ll stand, no need to disappear.