I want to be the breeze that seeps in your window at 3am
Telling you "Get Ready, I'm Coming."
What I want is to turn into the air
That penetrates your lungs before a storm
If I could lose myself in the fog
I swear I would
The tear stops
I am strong
I found my love
I found my love
I searched so long
For that alone I am content
I want my King for a day
You know, my King, he learned his song from the Cosmic Throngs
I want to know what real peace feels like
