When I say I'm in a Special Space,
It's not an idle cliche...

Step Stone Father
Separation, divorce...

Who's this on my path
walking along beside...

Climbed sacred mountains
swam in pools of the goddesses...

Catch the falling glass
to discover who I am...

Always running
away from myself...

Took away a gun
found my name on the bullets...

Everyone, your front door friends
and my own back door companions...

My father was not fond
of giving advice...

Mom and I carved your legend
from a square bale of hay...

Blind
I was...

There's nothing easy
about relationships but...