When We First MetThey say distance makes the heart grow fonder,But all it's done for me, is make my suffering longer.Like debris scattered in the ocean we drift, drift, drift
The currents we can't see swallow us up and drag us apart;Keep getting knocked back by wave after wave,And no matter what I do, you still get pulled away.Why must the hands of the past keep hold on my life?Why must the fates be so concerned with cutting my strings to love?The closer I get, the more is taken
And somehow still, I do not awaken.For I continue to step where I know danger lurks,Hoping to be the one who can make it through without being hurt.Foolish am I, for I trust too much.Trusting is good, but not if one becomes blind to the truth.Scolded for trusting, scolded for not trusting enough
Where is the balance?As I was standing here, neck deep in these feared waters,You were all that kept my head from going under.But now the rocks have been tied to the string connecting us,Thrown on oppos
Cry of the WolfThe howls that carry the song of sorrow,Soak the night into weeping morrow.Unanswered it goes, deaf to all who can hear,But the lamenting wolf keeps singing in tears.A twinge of grief forces song into cries,As the wound from the Lion bleeds through the night.The half that's still beating; the half not ripped out,Is slowly but surely losing its pound.Not a squeak or a sound in the forest is near,But the breath of a dying wolf shedding her tears.