If I could climb inside
this great divide.
I'd find some broken place to hide.
Fix it up,
make it right,
wrap the wound,
and shine some light.
Allow us both to have some time,
to breathe, and at the least
decide
what exactly we might find
when we choose to break the ties
we are making.

Day to day, a silence stays  
that's only broken when you sway
enough to give me time away from all the
thoughts that rot my brain.
You show up,
they are dismayed.
They all retreat and run away,
and for a night I might be
safe.
At least 'til morning.

And eventually, then,
a time will come when,
we will part, my friend,
and you will leave again,
and by some offense,
one day you
won't
come
back.
And I will have to hide
in this great divide.
To keep hope alive
that I'll get on
track.
But then again, I've always
lacked a lot of
things.