I came a long way/From out of nowhere/I stand before you/All alone/Like a wolf's cry in the distance/I heard the calling/Of your soul/Oh...I hear you cryin'

Willow wrapped her arms around Oz' neck and pressed her cheek to his.  This was the first dance they had ever been to where Oz wasn't playing.  It was wonderful to have him at her side the whole evening.  She had felt a little tense when they first got there, but since Buffy had arrive, meaning disaster averted, she had felt like this truly was the perfect evening.  Everyone knew that the Mayor's ascension was coming, but for one night they could put that all behind them and just have fun like 'normal' kids.  As Willow listened to the song she smiled as she thought about how much like she and Oz it was.

With your love/Show me how to live/'Cause you are made of me/And I am made of you/With your life/Show me how to give/You are made of me/And I am made of you

Oz held Willow tightly against him, savoring this moment of peace.  When this whole hell hound thing had come up he was sure that prom would be ruined, but Buffy wasn't going to let that happen.  It was like her way of telling the gang that she appreciated what they did to help her.  With the Mayor's assension days away, this could be there last chance for normal and peaceful.  Oz pushed all unpleasent thoughts aside and just concentrated on Willow.  She looked amazing in her gown, so sexy and elegant.  Oz wanted more then anything to just sweep her up in his arms and keep her safe.

We'll walk together/Through the fire/Through the darkness/To the sun/Like two raging rivers full of passion/At the ocean/We are one/Oh...I hear you cryin'

Willow shifted slightly to rest her head on Oz' shoulder, nuzzling his neck with her nose.  She sighed in happiness, for the first time in a long time just enjoying the moment.  Willow smiled as she let her mind drift to all things Oz.  He just made her so happy, he was her everything.  Sometimes Willow almost wished that the Hellmouth didn't exsist, but then she thought about how without it she would never have met Buffy or fallen in love with Oz.  As awful as the Hellmouth was, it did give her some of the happiest moments of her life.  She didn't know what the acenstion would bring, but she did now she was going to spend all the time she had with Oz.

With your love/Show me how to live/'Cause you are made of me/And I am made of you/With your life/Show me how to give/You are made of me/And I am made of you

Oz inwardly groaned as he felt Willow's nose nuzzle into his neck.  He loved having Willow in his arms and could easily see himself with her forever.  From an outsiders perscpeyive living on the Hellmouth could be considered very dangerous, but Oz didn't think that way.  Sure, Sunnydale had an astronomical death rate, so what?  They could live somewhere else and there is still not a 100% certainty that you would survive.  There are natural disasters, accidents, murderers.  At leasr in Sunnydale you had a good idea what went bump in the night.  You also had a Slayer to watch out for you.

I am made of you/You are made of me/And everything you are/Is what I'm meant to be/I am made of you/You are made of me/And everything I am/Is what you made of me/Oh...I hear you crying/Oh...Through the darkness/To the light...

The acension was coming, they couldn't do anything about it.  They could make sure that they didn't let it rule there life.  If it did then the Mayor had already won.  They had futures to plan, futures they wanted to have together.  Willow loved Oz, Oz loved Willow.  There was nothign that was going to come between them.  They would face everything together and come out of it stronger in their commitment to each other.  As their thought almost seemed to mingle, Willow and Oz just held each other closer and savored this moment.

With your love/Show me how to live/'Cause you are made of me/And I am made of you/With your life/Show me how to give/You are made of me/With your heart/Show me what is true/'Cause you are made of me/And I am made of you/With your soul/Walk my spirit through/You are made of me/And I am made of you/Oh...I hear you crying/Through the darkness/To the light