I heard your name
the other day...

She dabs her eye with a blanket,
as tears glide over the bridge of her nose...

If you point me in the right direction,
then i would sure be on my way...

Are you really living,
when all you think is death...

I sigh,
maybe a poem to clear my head...

We point a finger, but
who is to blame, but...

If you were to run,
run away from me...

Look-
Over there...

My tears fall because of you,
and i cannot believe what we're going through...

He took the place of protection
that was always important to me...

Have you ever felt death?
the kind that you can see...

Even though it hurts to write,
i still pick up my pen...