A tired cry
A battered heart...

Sing sweet child
My love is not mild...

The words keep coming
Trying to say something...

Standing strong
With eyes of long...

Broken dreams forever more
Take a chance and see your score...

Clawing at life with dirty numb hands
Surrounded by vast corrupted lands...

Close to my heart
Lying against my chest...

Slowly dawning
New bright day...

You sit there quietly, all alone
You, the one I once called my own...

Pushing my toes deeper into the sand
I scan the beach of which I stand...

I want to go deeper
I want to be a leeper...

A moments notice is all I ask
Just to place a single question...