Everlasting Light

We were two hearts, two souls, devastated by the same loss. I met Beau Ryland where the red clay danced along the water�s edge, and bursts of light rained down on us. A night when the heat couldn�t be escaped. As he whispered against sun-kissed summer-sweet skin, �Baby, look up and get lost on that everlasting light,� it was easy to believe it would last forever. But things changed. My heart aches when I see him on that stage in front of thousands. I don�t want that voice to be one I used to know. I want it to be everlasting.