It was too early, she was too young
She only wanted to belong
Instead of friends, she came home with bruises
And they were only amused

She was just seven, only second grade
And leaving home so afraid
Instead of listening, her cries meant nothing
Maybe she meant nothing
Maybe help was never coming

It went on too long, she could never win
She only wanted to stop them
Instead of smiles, she grew up with anger
And they only blamed her

She was just a child, only a little kid
And dreaming of her coffin
Instead of crying, she wanted to stop hurting
Maybe she could stop hurting
Maybe she could bury it

It was too late, she was so wrong
The damage was already done

Wind flow in the direction
As pressure directed it!
Water flows in the direction
As gravitation directed it!
We follow the direction
As inner voice directed!

With your touch I feel the shocks of love course through my skin.
With one single kiss, I am rapt.
Hopeless.
Fallen.
The sun must be so jealous that your laugh is brighter than she.
And if my life's mission was to harvest that luminosity -
Then blessed am I
To have experienced a lifetime's worth of exuberance
With you.

As I lay here and think,
I realize it is not you that I want so badly,
It is the feeling I think you might give me,
That I truly crave.

It is that ecstatic feeling
That I can only ever imagine.
The one that lovers get when they meet,
after being separated for a long period of time.

The feeling of passion,
That I have only ever dreamt about.
The one that burns deep inside,
as lovers lay with each other.

To say I love you would be crazy,
But I am in love with this insane idea,
That you might just be the one,
Who could give me the feelings I crave.