The wintering held my hand for a time or two
I couldn't stand up so I just blamed you
For falling at my feet
Oh, how the chasm meet
Each side of a cliff
And a what if
When the water rises
Does it lift all boats, she surmises
And wonders herself into an avenue 
Oh, the colour red and it's incendiary blue
Are we either shade
And do the bandits raid
When you are not at home
Lock the door, carry your phone
The people say
But I just get carried away
With all of my notions
And my emotions
Are seasonal stares
Do I just sell my wares
On Dawson Street, to the highest bidder
I, like the bird on the branch, don't know how to wither
Just take a death plunge
Then pull up at the end so that the lunge
Makes my stomach drop
And all that I am not
Seems to echo a refrain
I found a way out of the pain
And I want to share it with you
So that we can ripple individually too
Into the whole sea
And every wave is part destiny
You cannot separate out
The moment of truth from the moment of doubt
As it all interweaves
The love of all things is up your sleeve