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