Take off your back
all the weight that comes along...

Let me tell you this,
age and maturity do not...

I would sleep beside you,
have my fingertips brush ever...

Tonight,
I think of you...

As I look back through
memories of a broken childhood...

I have wrapped you so dearly
around my heart...

But,
I'm no hypocrite...

Perhaps the mother
that deals with back...

I've always held you,
like a fragile crystal in my hands...

You walk through that door,
Like satan on fire...

If one day my shoelaces betray me,
and I fall down within the crowd...

I remember this one time,
when I was thinking so deep...