a sigh that could fill the room with its tears "Sometimes I want to be alone so alone and far away" as he speaks I can hear him drifting on some raft he's built the movement of it causing a ripple in it's melancholy path I wish then that I were a lighthouse beaming to guide him back to me let him rest safely in my harbor but he is an anxious sailor and I must wait until his compass is pointing in my direction before he comes back home