Left in the cold
Outside is a tree...

I stand out among the congregation.
Men in button up white...

The emptiness of it all
Is eating away at my soul...

You're not the one I want
Or are you...

With every raindrop that falls
on to the warm cement...

You died.
I was the last person you talked to...

When you hold me,
I feel safe...

Six Oranges
Bright and Happy...

Inspiration seeps in
At odd hours...

I was reaching for the stars
But all I found was you...

Lonely man waits
For love that never comes...

I feel myself dropping
Further and further into confusion...