I see it here before me
And I wonder why it's not enough
What have I become to think
That I deserve any more?
I've lost a part of me you see
Once found but now abandoned
It's stranded out there without
A way back home.
I sit and meditate in written word
Trying to find it and bring it
Safe harbor from the storms
Yet it chooses to stand out in the rain
To weather the storm and feel
its harsh reality so as to
fully grasp that which it
is no longer a part of
Find your way back home sweet child
And take your place among friends.