How did I lose that golden thread I wrote so joyously about? When did the meaning of comfort change? Why does it seem thereβs nothing around? My sweet child, Blue, I love you, I do. But I must follow this path I have paved Through changes thick or wrong You and I must be strong. But my love, do you resent me today?
Dear baby Blue, my sweet child its true I donβt feel it in my breath these days. But I assure you I will still find All the reasons that have us bind To this world and these fleeting ways. I must ask, is that enough? For all that I have now become. Is this a sin drowning me in its wake? My sweet love of Blue, I have to tell you, I do. Soon this ocean will consume my name.