We've been given the antennae,
to alert the nearest node in the wave,
with just a calorie of effort.
That's the gift that gives us leverage.

Lifting up to surf the edge,
the valleys fold into the blaze.
A simple word can move the sled,
as time eclipses our transgression

We could travel peaks and valleys
to conclusion for forever,
never once aligning neatly
(*** - for - tat)
with our impressions,

but...

We'd soon subside to find
a signal blinking in the night,
to heave it's burden on our tides,
and help to push us through the next one.

Remember that the signals always there.
It's always pulsing in the echoes.
Surfing waves beneath our vision.
Just remember we can lift it.

When you need it sound a siren.
Float the message to the surface.
All the lessons here can serve us
in a quest to make a difference.

Oh, be that it may
Just a thought or two
That I may have a moment
Of weakness with you

When I'm angry
You are sad
When life is good
We are bad

So take a second
Take a seat
Take a breath
Rest your feet

If you talk
I wont speak
And if I cry
Dont critique

I am yours
You are mine
We have forever
Let's take our time