I was probably not the one
To make you feel.
I was hardly the one
To make you laugh,
And I was never the one
You'd want to touch.
But God
You were the North,
The guideline, the cold,
The home we wept for,
My only orientation,
My only destination.
And God
You were the South,
The acceptance, the warmth,
The home we wept for,
My only creation,
My only destruction.
And maybe once,
I was to be the one to let go,
Just go with the flow.
Still immature and naive
Only a word keeps me
So close, so close.
And God
You were the wild, wild West,
The wealth, the gold,
The home we wept for,
My only creation,
My only destruction.
And God
You were the East,
So exotic, so hypnotic,
The home I wept for,
My only orientation,
My only destination.
And a single drop of rain
Took me away.
My body is mended,
The soul needs yet to speak.
