Somewhere in the great coming.

My sky is of a million colors. You sit down and count them all without saying a word. Your tree is one of a million branches. They grow and reach for me without any accord. You feel me. I feel you feel me. Give me some credit. They won't give me any credit. I'm not the girl I used to be. I've grown and I'm not the same. You're the one that sees it. You're willing to risk it. You're willing to bet on me. Take me to the place where I met you. Somewhere in the great coming. Speak to me how the sun and moon are meant for something more. They are in the same room, but they never embrace. I'll wrap you in my color and hide you from the night. Just touch me how you will. Touch me right. Take root and ground yourself. And reach for me.