I am home late again
you have a million questions and my mind is far
I wonder what I'm gon teach you?
guilt pools in my chest and I can't see what I have to offer you
I, born of wind and water learned all I know from them
I am oceans and gales and what have I to teach flesh and blood?
my full presence only exists in moments, restless spirit wanders constantly
ain't never been nobody's baby, know little of comfort and stability
I want you anything but your mother's child, most days
safe and free of struggle, as I have never been
weak as children should be
and how can I teach you that?
I have no mommy voice, no sugary falsetto to radiate warmth within you
I refuse to chase boogeymen from your closet and
instead push you to protect yourself
face your own small demons as this is your life's work and they grow as you do
you inherited my lust for flight so strong, boo boos abound more than all better kisses
you must learn to care for yourself the way you wish others to
maybe I can teach you that
all I have for you is who I am,
and the hope that it is not too much for you to bear,
hope that my blood runs thick in you
and you will be nomadic and lonely
hear more lessons in the wind than you do in school
cause sometimes I forget to check homework
and would rather struggle with rulers and principalities than busy body teachers
so little one you must fight your own battles and call for help when you need it
cause I will come when you call but ever present cookie baker ain't me
I give you ways to express your feelings for this world more than how to draw stick men
and I hope you are really your mothers child, strong and fearless
gutsy enough for burning pain
cause babe it's all I know
and I want to shape you not break you
I'll teach you to fill your soul with living water
to lay your life down for your people
to fight hard through tired
and young princes and princesses I pray
your head can bear the weight of the crown
heaven help us it is heavy
but I am your only guide
and what else can I teach you?
