Clasp my hands and start to pray, my hands are bound like a slave, close my eyes i see it play. All the things I didn't say. I'm alone now and all afraid, the crumbs are gone I've lost my way, missing you day be day, its so wrong i feel betrayed, why couldn't you have stayed? Oh the things i would have gave, to reshape it as if it was clay, Oh the things we could have made, a debt not owed but yet we payed. I can feel your hands on mine, Fingertips tingle as they combine, Wished we knew we was out of time, something we've lost and can't find, this is my heart not just a rhyme.
The pencil writes with my wrist, the words they turn, bend and twist. They come out clean oh so crisp, I clasp my hands and make this fist. to ponder on is such a risk. is there something that I've missed?
is there something that waits on me, give me something so i can believe.
