More Than I

Its 82 degrees on a Friday morning
My mind is clear but my heart is heavy
The lightning flashes as a silent warning

I'm looking out this cracked window
The World outside is quickly blurred
Its not the rain that has caught my eye
Its the tears that can't be heard

I see a figure in the distance
And I know its that girl from the past
Some strange part of my existence

She smiles up at me
And that is when I realize
She will never see
Who she is to become

I am her and she is me
She is young, and I am old
She is warm, and I am cold

My soul is a puzzle
Missing pieces never found
She is in trouble
I've hit the ground

The present in me screams out
Save yourself!
But as loud as I want to shout

Not a single word is uttered
Nothing more than a bare whisper
Nothing short of a mumbled stutter
Open your ears, girl

I am the future
And she is my past
I am the heart that couldn't last

Pushed down and torn apart
Pebbles and dirt strewn across this face
Some kind of abandoned art
With a broken kind of grace

I want her to know
Her life will soon end
I want her to go

To a place where she is safe
And nothing can touch her
Where she is more than a waif

Where she is more than I.