Across valleys, up hills

I am the magic,
I am the spell
I am the dark moody wishing well

As you approach,
filled with secrets,
filled with need,
you get this sudden urge to heal

I, on the other hand,
have no desire to give

But I could take you in

I could pull you deep
down under,
threatning sounds across your mind
could become louder
and your pain would breathe still

You could bring
all that knocked you down,
and let me feel

Then,
use my faith
to find the will to live

But for now,
let me hold you down, until

Your pain becomes my own
and you start to believe

That we could rise together,
run together

Across valleys,
through forests,
up hills