Girl

And in the shadow she crawls

Clutching her faded photograph

My image under her thumb

Yes, with a message for my heart

She's been everybody else's girl

Maybe one day she'll be her own

To Make My Father Proud

In my eleventh hour

I'll be a man aware

To face whatever falls my way

Prepared and unashamed

To just be called a part of God

For which I have been named

A man and woman's youngest son

While growing still a child

Nomad

I'd run the risk of losing everything

Sell all my things, become nomadic

I'd run the risk, and just in case I might

Sell all my things and become the night

It's hard to believe

It's even irrational for me

I'm cynical, a mess

I'm touch-starved and shameless

Sticky

I'm tired of messing up my life with

Overcomplicated moments

And sticky situations

You're right, I hold it in my body

Little snakes inside a bottle

Writhing in my frustrations

Come Back as a Flower

The dew had finished making love to many

A rainbow smelling sweet was in the air

I envied all the silence I saw growing

So unmoved by things outside of themselves