I used to be trapped.
I used to be watched
Like a bug under a microscope.
I used to be judged.
And blackmailed.
Alone, there was no way I could cope.
This was a war for love,
However wrong,
However crushed.
But it was an ant against a flood.
I cried so hard,
So long.
All because of my own flesh-and-blood.

And finally, a ray of golden sunlight
Broke through the clouds,
The rain,
And kissed the untamed waters
That surrounded my home.
Your warmth made the water evaporate -
But she wasn't gone.
Instead, she rose up to join you,
There, in the sky.
As soft white cloud beneath your golden eye.
Yet however far she was from me,
There was a closeness that would last forever.

There are days in which
You weren't feeling so hot.
She was there,
But she was distraught.
That little cloud,
She cried and cried.
Once again, the flood swirled around me.
She needed you,
But you really couldn't be there.
That little ant on the ground -
She understood.
So I asked her to come back down to Earth,
Flood my life again,
But this time,
I would ride the waves.
And I would look up
And I would see you
Still shining, beaming down at your true love.

You came back,
And lit her up again.
Once again she evaporated -
But she wasn't gone.
She was with you -
Where she should be.
But if times got tough,
She would be with me.

Thank you, my golden sun,
For kindling that bond
Between the ant and the flood.