I am the source of all that makes you cry,
The icy tears, and the shrill of your voice asking why.
Calling out to the heavens, crying out to the seas,
Crying, and trying, hoping to please.
I am the well from which you draw your pain,
Taking it all until both full and empty again,
I am the beginning, I am the end,
I am the lust who's desire you lend.
Cry for me, pine for me, love for me my dear.
Sleep for me! Dream for me! Your love-A means to an end.
I am the the one whose thoughts within you dwell,
I am the one who takes you to heaven or condems you to hell
I will the storms, and I call the sun, 
Alone in it's perch, behind clouds it will come
By my word, by my mind, I am a God in this relm, you are a childe
I am the one, who's songs you have sung,
Forever the night, forever the day,
Beyond the horizon, yet not a breath away,
Fabrication, Illumination to the corners of your mind,
Ficticious, facicious, my lies will be your truth.
What am I? What are you? That is for me to decide!
I am your other, I am your lover,
And this land of mine is but your heart.