You are not you,
you are this one,
the one that stops
from time to time
to raise a tree
and fill it with lights,
and still be the son
who I gave to life.
Look at my eyes,
they live in the shadows
tired of searching for straws.
When I asked for answers,
you gave me silence
and nothing from nothing is hard.
You are not you,
but I am this one
worn by the waves
of your stormy heart.
You'll never see
this mountain through fog,
and you'll never hear
this broken song.
You are the you
of a thousand dead oceans.
You are the you of my past.
When a chorus of voices
choked on forgiveness,
I never turned my back.
You are not you
and this has gone wrong,
and too much sorrow
will sink us all.