Underneath a sky where danger brews,
Flooded streets and fears we both peruse.
Cracks unravel in the ground beneath,
Yet we find our rhythm, despite the grief.
Wild winds howl, but we stand strong,
In a cabin where we both belong.
The world outside may rage and roar,
But inside, we find something more.
In the eye of the storm, we hold the line,
Your hand in mine, we're doing fine.
A mother bear with fire in her eyes,
She's on the hunt, where danger lies.
With a person in her deadly grip,
We hold tight, careful not to slip.
We've got a wounded cub to heal,
A fragile truth we both can feel.
Careful steps, a gentle hand,
Together, we make our stand.
Wild winds howl, but we stand strong,
In a cabin where we both belong.
The world outside may rage and roar,
But inside, we find something more.
In the eye of the storm, we hold the line,
Your hand in mine, we're doing fine.
The flood may rise, the bear may run,
But our hearts beat as one.
Through chaos, fear, and darkened skies,
Our love's the shelter where danger dies.
We face the wild, side by side,
In this sanctuary, we reside.
Wild winds howl, but we stand strong,
In a cabin where we both belong.
The world outside may rage and roar,
But inside, we find something more.
In the eye of the storm, we hold the line,
Your hand in mine, we're doing fine.