First thing this morning she blew me away
Broke me into tears.
The desperation on her face
Mingled with my years.
What is my life? What have I done?
And who cares
About my sterile dreams?
A stranger to real hardship
I go about professing
My inflated importance,
While she rages against the storm.
She too is just a woman
With dreams she dares fight for
With all her fears high and proud
Riding upon her bared soul
She gives of herself as I never have
I never have needed to
Will she succeed, will I stand up
As she rides astride the jealous night?
I stare quietly at her again
Etched in my heart, a debt
A debt I surely cannot repay
As she rages against the storm.