You’ll always have the deepest part of me.
Who will? She will? He will? God will?
But if you don’t know who you are
If you don’t know what’s there,
If you haven’t plumbed the depths,
If you haven’t taken out the rocks
That blocked the pain
That shielded the shadows
Then what exactly are you giving And therefore what will come back to you?
A bunch of old rocks?
Don’t get me wrong,
We’re all nuts
And I don’t mean to diminish the rocks,
They served their purpose
They defended us from the overwhelm –
The real danger of too much pain.
But then we became defended and invulnerable.
And shut out the very thing that we longed for.

I invite you, me, Uncle Tom Cobley ‘n all
To bravely go where no woman’s gone before.
To say a shy hello to the deepest part of you.
If you can’t find her, can’t see her,
Tell her, ‘I can’t find you,
But someone I met reminded me of you
And I would like to get to know you better –
We do live together after all.
I would like to give you more than just a drawer in my room
Late at night when we are alone.
I don’t want to shortchange you or her or me,
I would like to honestly know
What it is that I’m offering when I say
‘You will always have the deepest part of me.’