For many years the hammer of others and the hammer of myself have beat me down.
One person, knotted and twisted, crying in pain, thinking the self is not good.
Something missing, something taken away.
Freedom lost and no place of my own.
They sing, "You make me feel like I am whole again".
A childhood of memories that taint who I am and what I've become to others as well as myself.
One person, little girl lost, screaming for the innocence and happiness thinking time is gone.
They sing, "You make me feel like I am young again".
To let go of everything and start anew, neither the money nor the chain will allow.
One person, trapped in thick threads of responsibility and generosity laced with debt.
They sing, "You make me feel like I am free again".
Always moving, always searching but never finding the comfort and security longed for.
One person, tired of roaming, wishing to find a place to root and grow.
They sing, "You make me feel like I am home again."
Is it you who can make me whole?
I've felt this before and have been stung by my own veil over my eyes.
I trust, perhaps too much.
Is it you who can make me feel young?
My body no longer as pleasing to the eye as I wish and no longer bouncing back from injury.
You think I am beautiful.
Is it you who can set me free?
Life always pulling and tying down in some way or another and I always running from my past mistakes.
I'm honest, and scared to be so.
Is it with you that I belong?
I feel myself ready to pack up and go where my heart leads me again, away from things I've grown to know and find comfortable.
But it will be with one heart, one mind, one linked soul that it will not matter where I am,
That Person alone will be home.
AEM - 2003
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