Arms.
Arms that held me.
Arms that welcomed me
into the realm of womankind
Hands that held mine
with the intent of "for all time."

Hands that were oftentimes
the guiding light.

In these arms I was reborn.

In these arms I was taken
Arms that made decisions
Made choices not my own
These hands shaped me
Shaped me into a stranger.

The debt of joy and grief owed
To these hands and these arms
Has left an indelible mark

These hands and these arms
Hold a place that is mine
Irrevocably mine.
Whether I choose it
Or not.

Heavy eyes, it's getting too late
twenty more minutes and I'll be awake
I just remembered and just in time
what we're working towards, why I drew the line
every once in a while, it's less easy than now
I don't see anyone, but I can see how
a carefully worded sigh with you so far
would find a place and make this all hard

I don't know if lips other than yours would
but some nights I think they could
steal a tremble along my spine
and dreaming and doing is such a fine line
every once in a while it's less easy than now
I don't see anyone, but I can see how
a carefully worded sigh with you so far
would find a place and make this all hard