You like the picture
That hangs on...

I stare at the pictures
That hang on...

Baby Eva is gone
she is in the adoption program...

I loved the pictures
That hung on my wall...

I remember hate
I remember pain...

I lay back
On my back...

What is it
Child...

So its the wind calling
Outside these walls...

Breeze that washes over face
You close your eyes and smell...

Sit and gaze
out that window...

Understand
This...

Sometimes I dream I am nothing.
But then I am afraid I will wake...