How many times?
How many men...

A secret list...
Only known to her...

Nine months in the tomb he bakes,
Waiting, growing, learning "step...

Tired...so tired...
head slumping over and over again...

The Willow weeps a few yards away,
I sit here and weep with her...day after day...

Waiting for a message that will never come...
Thinking I'm at the end of my journey...

Fireworks came,
Rang him in...

How much worse can this pain get?
I even think my soul is crying inside...

Come to me...
just come...

I want you back...
Or maybe I donno...

The search...alive.
The longing thriving...

Eyes meet...
Eyes part...