I don't know if you can tell
But every day I'm trying to earn
That spot above, from which i fell;
Leaving me down here to yearn.
I don't know if you can tell,
My heart isn't much to see.
It was torn and i did yell
But nobody came for me.
And I know that you can see
I'm just like a withering tree.
I stand still and die
Never asking: "why?"
I already know why it is I'm here
But I don't know if you do.
So I'll let you see my tears
So you'll know why, too.
The sky seems to fall now
As your whispers turn to screams.
And I would like to vow
That I cannot really dream.
I don't know if you can tell,
But I want to climb your tower.
I want to find your cell
And make you my sweet flower.
And sweet flowers smell of love
And shine of spirit.
They bring souls to doves
That they inherit.
I don't know if you can tell
That you just blew my mind.
I'd like it if you knew me well
And would treat me kind.
I want to take you away from hell;
Out of that well.
That deep hole travels well
But goes to where you should not dwell.
And in there I do smell
The stench of what once fell.
I also hear the dark bell
And its breaking all shells.
I don't know if you can tell,
I've been trying to climb.
Don't say farewell
While I write my rhyme.
The crying priest just yelled
And we ran out of time.
