dormircommeunsonneur
11-18-06, 01:48 AM
I’ll be here when the weather blows you here in my direction.
To comfort and console you; to coddle and to hold you.
I’ll put you back on track when you’ve fallen off the path.
To guide you through the dark; to help you find the light.
I’ll give you what you need when you’ve fallen on your knees.
To nourish your soul; to clothe your pride.
I’ll shelter you from embarrassment when you feel the most exposed.
To give you piece of mind; to keep you at my side.
It’s always after a thunder storm that I find you washed up at my door.
But it’s always with the first gust of wind that I find you on your way again.
Always changing with the seasons.
Always leaving without reason.
There is no forecast for this emotional weather.
So I sit and read the signs, for with you it will always be whichever way the wind blows.
To comfort and console you; to coddle and to hold you.
I’ll put you back on track when you’ve fallen off the path.
To guide you through the dark; to help you find the light.
I’ll give you what you need when you’ve fallen on your knees.
To nourish your soul; to clothe your pride.
I’ll shelter you from embarrassment when you feel the most exposed.
To give you piece of mind; to keep you at my side.
It’s always after a thunder storm that I find you washed up at my door.
But it’s always with the first gust of wind that I find you on your way again.
Always changing with the seasons.
Always leaving without reason.
There is no forecast for this emotional weather.
So I sit and read the signs, for with you it will always be whichever way the wind blows.