When I hear a sad song...
I seem to think of you.
Think of everything you are...
and everything you mean
to me.
When I hear the soft trickles,
of the weeping rain...
I feel tears streaming down,
in trails of steady despair...
For I cry in silent pain...
by the blurry windows,
for you.
When I see you by me,
I seem to be the sunshine...
always happy, always smiling.
But inside...my heart is crying,
crying for time to stop.
I despise the chnging
of the hour...
the hands of the ticking creature
which I wish to tear violently.
The clock is a stealthy, devious,
animal for many...
It drains the life...out of everything
beautiful.
And gives to an unfaithful hour.
Everyday of my life...
I think of my despair...
and what I am losing.
My heart slowly becomes heavy,
as I write with my solemn pen.
Me...silent,
You...my everything.
