This is my tiny prayer,
and maybe I'm doing it wrong...

Dear You,
Do you ever see me...

There's a world where dying roses grow,
each shudder out one final bloom...

Broken hearted screaming
Why does it hurt to be alone...

Seventeen years of washing a window
with the grey sunshine tears from her eyes...

She keeps her chin up
but casts her eyes down...

Little broken record,
She still sings her same old song...

Oh! yes, of course
I'll keep my chin up high...

Friday night
the lights are dim...

Sitting next to my friends,
Smiling, anxiety on this foul wind...

I realize now
how long it has been...

Are you so blind that you don't see?
Don't see these tired tears upon my face...