Return

Watch the lights they scatter
off the drips and around my head
with such a glow
as his knees falls to the snow
as boy meets God.
So it’s obvious I don’t quite fit in here
So I’ll return to you my dear.
Then in the morning as awakening
to finally see the sun!
From the shapes to the sky!
and soaring thru 
the cityscapes
just to touch the light
at the beach thats
all ice!
And the cold has such a glow
as his knees fall to the snow
and boy meets God!
So it’s obvious I don’t quite fit in here
so I’ll return to you my dear.
My Dear.
My Dear.