I write not because I want to, but because I have to |
I've sat and watched the tide
On this sandy, lonely beach...
Don't tell me shattered truths
And hopes and dreams long gone...
Have mercy on my parted soul
Where restless graves I stay...
The window mark
Outside- invisible...
The Searing flesh and burning pain
The art of dancing in the rain...
Hark the beauty of its song
Stopping those of days so long...
I hope you can find victory in your loss, and loss in your victory. |