Friendship

I\'m trying to find my way back.

I\'m trying to find my way back.

Thirteen and a half years of gray,

A stranger walking far away,

Through foreign lands of noise and stone,

Where I became so much my own.

Yet somewhere back the compass broke,

Beneath a heavy, patient cloak.

I left the light so long ago,

Wrapped in a persistent, quiet woe.

A map torn up, a fading grace,

I search the mirror for my face.

Where did I leave the quiet mind?

What was the joy I left behind?

The things that made the spirit soar,

I haven’t touched in years, or more.

I lived for others, walked their beat,

And lost the rhythm of my feet.

Thirteen and a half. The number aches.

It’s heavy work, what longing takes.

I want to cross the border line,

And claim the self that once was mine.

To find the peace I used to know,

Before the rivers ceased to flow.

I’m turning back, though paths are deep—

I have a soul I swore to keep.