It's such tenderness

It's such a tenderness without a name.
And may blurs the boundaries.
Anything, tell me.
In the end, make up who we are.

Those with the stars are high,
despite the fog and thorns.
Us light, sun and quiet
(here is scary and dark).

Tomorrow will not be a reckoning
and will not break the word.
Favorite, when I fall,
believe you'll catch me.