Some Kind of Soulmate
On that day I thought I knew
Who I was and what to do
It wasn't until she passed me by
Then I learned that was a lie
Had I known that day
How much meaning I'd put into May
I'd have met her that much sooner
and introduced her to a little rumor
Equals have a habit of dividing
But still we had years of confiding
After all that said and seen
She was now just sixteen
A hint of a rift, a tear
Had yet to break the air
Although I know we'd be leaving
I had no sign of grieving
Through the lost and unknown
I knew I'd have my own
A clear mark on my soul
Who understands me as a whole
Fading at last into light
Even now I welcome the sight
I see her here through the dark
It is she who is the spark
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