"What do you think it’s like,
Up there in the clouds?”
The sailor, tying off the ropes,
Asked me, one fall,
As the sun fell below the horizon.

What’s it like, Captain?
Does heaven exist?

Is it all the priests promised?

Are you happy?
Are you alright?

I ask you now, if you can hear,

Because like the great story

An angel fell

And if they’re right,
You will rise.

As the black fades to blue,
I feel my bones begin to ache for you.
Begging for that touch,
Begging for your love.

The sun rises on an ocean
And a *******

Writing to a ghost.

The stars are hidden from me tonight.
Clouds overtake the sky,
And the compass that is my heart
Cannot find it’s way home.

I can see you
Trembling with fear.
But you’re not even close
To the tempest you revere
Or did revere.

Is this not what you expected?

The sea has it’s own furious ways,
Of making you realize your mistakes.

I wanted us to bury the hatchet,

But instead you buried the match.

If I go back home
What will I find?
A happy family?
Children with both

A mother and father?
Is it better that way?

Will it help me handle this all?

Or will it make me worse?

My compass is broken,
It cannot tell me where to travel.

I cannot rely on it this time.

I feel like I’m paralyzed,
Unable to push myself in any direction.
For fear of what I’ll find.

For the last ten years
I’ve defined myself
By who I am
In relation to you.

And to you,
I’m just another *******.

Do you remember the nights spent together?
Do you remember anything before him?

The visions flash through my mind.
I cannot forget them.
They’re permanently burnt there.
I cannot stop think of you.

And how it all fell apart.
And how I fell apart.
I cannot see myself any differently, now.