The Shelf

I'm the music and you're the song

You're every breath I take

You're my dream when I'm asleep

And my comfort when I wake

I'm the canvas and you're the brush

So paint me as you will

I'm the words the poet writes

And you, the poet's quill

You're the potter and I'm the clay

So shape with your hands

Without form I surrender all

Mold me to fit your plans

I'm the question and you're the answer

To everything I've known

I'm the shadow following close

You'll never be alone

You're the reason God made smiles

He just couldn't help Himself

He saw the world was sad and lonely

So He took you off the shelf