There is a Reason for This, You Know

Flaxen hair blown out in the breeze
It is time for the geese to head south
I have come with my mustard seed
I cannot accept that she will be taken from me.

"Do you know who I am", she said
"I am the one who taps you on the shoulder when it's your time
Don't be afraid I promise that she will awake
Tomorrow somewhere
Tomorrow somewhere."

Wrap yourself around
The tree of life and the dance of the infinity
Of the hive
Take this message to Michael.

I will comb myself into chains
In between the tap dance clan
And your ballerina gang
I have come for the beekeeper
I know you want my
You want my queen
Anything but this
Can you use me instead?

In your gown with your breathing mask
Plugged into a heart machine
As if you ever needed one
I must see the beekeeper I must see if she'll keep her alive
Call engine 49 I have come with my mustard seed.

"Maybe I'm passing you by
Just passing you by girl
I'm passing you by
On my way
On my way.
I'm just passing you by
But don't be confused
One day I'll be coming for you...
I must see the beekeeper
I must see the beekeeper.
- The Beekeeper, Tori Amos

These lyrics are what have made up my childhood, I guess. They've kept me sane through all my worries. That's the great thing about songs. They teach you life lessons around stories. Sometimes, I think they can be even better than books. In the rain, I hum these same words to myself, and lull myself to sleep.