It will come a day.
When she gets mad...

Little worlds
Fall from fate...

Through the years
And all the men...

A song that passes through me,
A feel of the summer sun on my skin...

Grace granted in each paw print,
A world of knowledge locked in their eyes...

So many pieces lost.
Some to little to even see...

It seems to be so lonely.
On this day...

I sit here waiting,
In this darkening park...

Far from hope.
Far from faith...

What is it you do,
When nothing else seems right...

In the hole
You call your soul...

I can tell
By the you yell...