I made you, wrought you from sand
I lay there beside you and
I nursed you from sickness to health
And now I can't really help
My anger, my forlorn wrath
Resides in cerebral paths
And I'm sorry, I bore you your life
I've wronged you to tell you that
I can't shake this feeling
The pictures I see in my mind
I tell you, I've yet to find
A solace, though with them I tell
From Metis, a child fell
Withhold me, cradle my hand
You told me the safest land
Is inside me, though I question now
How ravaged when I think how
I can't shake this feeling
My hand you grasp
I lay and gasp at
All the pain I caused you
And am causing you again
My thoughts you quell
My vision swells
Ain't it swell to be back at what cost though
Don't let go, God, please don't let go of me