What can I do?
What can I say?
You became a butterfly, now!
How long can I still be a wall,
Protecting you from the chilly winds?
I’ll be here forever
Settled in this very foundation,
Just waiting for you.
I’m not a smile, not here, not this moment.
I’m bones and stones…
I think I’ll just sit and wait
(Oh, those wee hours!)
Till you cross that door
And give me an extra moment of tenderness
When you get back home.