Remember when you look at me
I'm so much more than what you see.
My body is a precious key
to all that's dark and all that's deep.
And since we made the skies so blue
I look up, and when I do,
I mourn this world, so filled with new.
I can't help but think of you.
Of when our words rushed through my veins,
those endless rivers, grassy plains.
It's time I realize this terrain
is just a mask over the pain.
And in these most restless days,
I lament our parted ways,
deplore a sky so choken in haze,
lose myself among the grays.
Now I have made peace with the strange.
I know time passes, rhythms change.
I embrace this vital exchange
that has brought happiness in range.
Once again my skies are blue,
and I think I always knew
that even when my fears prove true,
there is more to me than you.