As I sit, humble, hopeing, hurting, in pain
I hear the racing rederic of blind eyes,
Of closed minds that thrust words like daggers
And I have no armor, none to hold or hope for.
As I sit, gale force words hit me and I toss and turn
A boat lost at sea with men on deck screaming for loved ones
They are unseen, batterd by winds of lost kisses and hugs
Hearts playing a lullaby to deaf ears and minds long shut.
Thus actions louder than words rip a hole in me
A bottomless pit with every memory and cuddle
A pit where all good now lay, lost, forgotten
A valley full of lovers and I stroll alone.
I wish to once more drown myself in your eyes
To once more lay my head upon your knees and hope
A back turned, the door shut and the final cut
I bleed not blood, nor life, but sorrow
As rivers flow and minds glow, I sit in shame
I pity a man, whose reflection is seen in the water
A man crying for days of old and loves of new
So I whipe my eyes and trutt along
The hole remains as sorrow drips and drips
I turn myself blind and dumb and deaf
So words wouldn't pearce my armor
For I have none and none to hope for
Not now, not any more.
