Somebody's Son

Mean not to contend with your goddess
Won't rob you off an iota of piety, but can
Be another reason to appreciate Almighty

If only you'd ask, if no one does, I'll give you my hands
Nay! I won't dither

I can be the ocean, whose current set
Your pace as you sail through to your
Destination

I can be the wind and not storm that sets the tone for your days and even nights

I can make you climb the mountains in my highlands, survey and surveil...