Hopeless hours pass slowly as you lie flat
on your back with the thoughts of the last combat...

It's as though it will never stop.
As though every morning will be despair...

Crying over dishes, tears she can't wipe away,
Leans on the sink, sobbing the words she can't...

Beautiful days pass with beautiful smiles and...
Lie in bed and grin about the jokes that came...

Your words slip through the night and find thier...
They echo from years before and haunt my nights...