There is a part of me missing,
No one I see can tell, beneath this heart,
A damp empty room is no longer full,
But this was not it from the very start.
There is a part of me missing,
Like a lump in the sore throat of a singer,
Shattering the pitch, breaking of notes,
The voice gets carried away, the sound lingers.
There is a part of me missing,
Unlike any other so it is unique,
It looks like your eyes, dances but it is still,
Holds me close but I'm cold and cannot sleep.
There is a part of me here,
It shines as camp fires glow at night,
Into the darkness it holds me close
And warms me even now and I take flight.