As missiles fly, across the sky
I hear her sobbing, broken cry...
The smell of pancakes in the morning
Humming in the kitchen...
I shouldn't react, yet I do!
I should feel no pain, yet I do...
It's a new year, so
let's celebrate...
Your words,
when they came as whispers...
The new year is coming
the old one is out...
The clouds only wish they could
float as high as me...
"You have to burn in order to shine"
_ this was a burning moth susurrating...
Crippled
by your sharp tongue...
I was carried away
with a flush of emotions...
Dear Sir, (or is it Madam?),
You don't know me from Charlie Adam...
Silently I’ve been watching you over the years
Engaged within your world as my aches...