Standing on the edge of death
She inhales once, her dying breath...

Dirty hands, dirty faces
Hiding in dirty places...

I know this has been said before
But honest, Teach, It's true...

Inside a shop on Willow street
You may stop and chance to meet...

Perhaps, tonight I'll see the moon
Against the darkened sky...

Some people ask me what I think
when standing at the kitchen sink...

Over the horizon, among the darkened skies
The crystal stones in somber birth...

Among the shadows of the night
Against the shades of faded gray...

"What can I say, I shall not lie
It happened just this way...

Alas, my heart swayed with delight
Love captured true my soul in flight...

Tender is the heart that weeps
Clouding thoughts and memories...

Did you see?
Don't tell me it was in my head...