Here is my soul, and here she will stay.
She clings to my ribs at the end of each day

She's fragile and small, she refuses to grow.
I'd ask her to leave, but she has nowhere to go.

She's the rush of my blood, the flush from inside
She has nothing to fear, and nothing to hide.

She loves the rain, and the wind from the west
She loved you too before you left.

She speaks to me when I'm alone.
If my body's a castle, she sits on the throne.

She taught me laughter, love, and light.
She never sleeps, although I might.

Sometimes I hate her, she's never wrong.
But I can't stay away for long.

I loved you once, I've loved him thrice,
but it's she who grips me like a vice.

And though I give my heart away,
here is my soul, and here she will stay.