There is a feast that keeps alive
And there were times I didn’t want to survive 
The aching pull of forever
As it dragged me to another endeavour
Far across the sea
And New York just wasn’t me 
When I found myself on its streets 
But there is no one that it meets
On a level playing field 
So I follow the wind and I yield 
On Flatbush avenue 
I’d never felt so black and blue
Walking towards the Brooklyn Bridge
Like it was Hacksaw Ridge 
And the forest had enclosed 
Me and the path I chose
It was dark and serene 
And something screamed to wake the dream 
Into the boundlessness of true life
I will never be a wife
Over the love of you 
But I will be your One if you want me to
He just sighs and looks away
And there is nothing left to say
On the phone to keep him there
And I hear him swear 
Silently under his breath
His monotone sings of resentment and regret 
And it blisters my skin like a poison chalice 
It’s almost like I can sense the malice 
That brews underneath
And someone calls me the Messiah on the street 
And I wonder if I emanate that charm 
Or if I should ring the alarm 
That keeps me safe from harm
They call it medication 
I call it the train station 
That docks opposite ports
And there is a divorce 
Somewhere in our history 
But it doesn’t envelop the mystery
That you always are
I look up and you’re my North Star