A drop of rain,
In an endless ocean
Another face,
In a crowd of strangers,
A fallen leaf,
When autumn has taken its toll,
Tell me, Darling,
What am I to you?
A potential
gone to waste,
an old building,
its walls adorned with cracks,
A broken flute,
that plays no tune,
Tell me, Darling,
What am I to you?
A brutal sun,
on a hot noon,
or a dull wintery
fading moon,
what do I remind you of,
when I'm gone,
If I do at all,
Tell me, Darling,
what am I to you
'cause you see,
I tore down these walls,
and showed you in
Let you hold my soul
it, now, carries your imprint,
it is another type of strong,
to allow yourself to be vulnerable
and for you,
I'll always find courage to do more,
and all my softness,
you have touched them all
So, darling, won't you tell me now,
what am I to you?
A passing trend,
a familiar name,
or an acquaintance,
in your long list of friends,
your favorite shade of blue,
or, a fuel you need
to carry on,
Tell me, Darling,
what am I to you