Words like steam pouring out my throat,
So soft and warm to help you cope.
On hard days, to slow your heart rate or cheer you up,
When you're alone.
And I'm aware I've been away.
A distant boy in a distant state.
Hardly there, caught up in my affairs,
But now I'm glad to see your face.
And time lost, such a transitory thought
I feel we're much better off without it.
A calm talk, or a steady silent walk.
So glad you asked, I'd be delighted.
The weather turns in the month of May.
A stormy grey and the constant rain.
For all those nights you kept me warm and dry
I'm not sure I ever said thanks.
And when the wind starts blowing cold,
And all your paths seem overgrown,
Carry on, the clouds will move along,
And don't give up, I'm coming home.
And dark spots, blur my vision, feeling lost.
But I know, you'd never leave without me.
And when we fought, you'd forgive and you'd forgot.
Such selfless acts, making you a wonder.