you were the constant in me the branch to my falling leaf as i recall the ways that i was once held by this tree and it stays with me where i lay windblown as such a far cry from the place where i know we touched peace be still my son find peace and it takes all i have just to sit and breathe but i ll trade up my lungs for your company and i ll take what i can from what s offered me you asked me to meet you in the middle my love but waves can t reclaim the sea they re just spat back to the beach and left to leave their footprints as foam inches from what they once called home peace be still my son find peace your melody was like a science to me and i once was the fire in your poetry but it seems that you left that along with me your melody was like a science to me a thin skin stretched over a frail machine and between you and me we can barely breath