I
   walk
              behind
                             my
shadow.

On on
both good
Off on
you pick me up
On off
I pick you up
Off off
We stop and rest

I can cycle, swim or run
Go to the gym
or have some fun

I can work all day
Build and empire or two
Take some time away
And Spend it with you

I can paint and dance
Fly my way to the moon
Travel to Japan
Or Croatia in June

I can keep myself busy
Do all that I do
But no matter the action
I'm me and your you

It's this face in the mirror
Cannot escape what I see
I can try to avoid
But I can't escape me

I swim
I tire
I drown
Tumbling down
Over and round
I sink to the ground
No air to be found
I Struggle around
These lungs are bound
don't want to drown
float to the top look all around
no land is found
So

I Don't Want To Be A Warrior In The Garden
Nor A Gardener In A War
Yet I Shall Rise To My Position
Of This, I Can Be Sure

As Steel Touches Steel
And Seed Touches Soil
Peasant In The Field
And King With The Royal

I Shall Grace The Gardens
Be The Gardener It Needs
Storm The Battlefields
Be The Warrior That Bleeds

I Hold It All Inside Of Me
Everything I Am And More
But The Garden Needs It's Gardener
And The Warrior Needs His War

I say thank you
Thank you to the me that brought me to myself.
The one who weathered the storm
The one that suffered as waves crashed
The one who pushed on when everything seemed lost.
Thank me.
For I would not be I
if you had not been you.