I’m so sick and tired

Of being sick and tired

As the wind whips around me

And makes me feel small.

The one I care about the most

Seems so out of touch

And I can barely keep my feet on the ground.

It’s so hard to pretend in front of kids

That everything feels just right.

You know it does with them:

They’re too small,

Too naïve,

Too perfect,

To really know the sting of a slap.

When everything is sore,

And all I need

Is somebody to remind me

About what the sun looks like

And how much it’s worth

To view it.

Five thousand miles

Is five thousand and one too long

When the one I need is there.

And the clocks all stand still,

The desert wind blows stronger,

And I drop to my knees and cry

For the innocence I’ve lost

And the battles I’ve won

And the joy of the fact

That there will never be

Another today

So why make today

A bad one.

Ultimately, all I need

Is a mother still around

To love unconditionally

And to hold me tightly.

...So I wish you were here...