without you i am but a bird with no wings

a harp with no strings

and a bee that can’t sting

i’ll sing a soft tune for a person with no ears

his head turned away from me because he can’t hear

all the wonderful words that come out of me

that he can’t listen to and therefore won’t see

without you i am the living dead

walking around aimlessly with no soul instead

i’ll ponder with the mind i don’t have

and feel things with a heart i don’t understand

then reach nowhere by the time i think i’m ahead

without you without me

looking in the mirror i can see

right through you and through me

and i hold no shame

fear rests often but not associated with my name

breathing still, i am

with lungs buried inside me that expand

and breathe out the blame i once felt i couldn’t command

i am merely free

once i’m here with my company

and i simply just cant be

without you, without me.