The feathers fall,
From dusty wings...

And the sun is shining through all the windows,
The summer fumes are bursting into rainbows...

If I could take all of the pain away, you know I...
I keep saying that I definitely would if I could...

You look at me wilfully,
You think you know what’s on in my head...

Sat beneath, our tree, in your field,
I can’t breathe, you see, how I feel...

I long to write something decent!
A blank screen - in my eyes...

The flag lies tattered on the floor,
Lost and abandoned, from the war...

Save yourself the trouble
I’m not what you’re looking for...

Like an echo far away,
I hear your dying faith...

Squinting my eyes to see,
All that’s in front of me...

Head upon my hands,
You've never seen me cry...

Pale eyes glisten with sorrow,
And look to the floor...