My heart is consumed by hers
happiness is no longer a thought...

Toys we gained through the years
Playing in a world our own...

Lonely is a place that I visit
When depression is a sunny day...

Laying in bed with her heart pounding
after a session on her own...

The world seemed to be crumbling
Underneath his slipping feet...

Why do I look at her the way I do
When it seems there is not a chance...

A soft caress as he rubs her back
pushing her hair from her face...

Boredom became the norm
Excitement seems like a dream...

I hear that freedom comes from within
Said by those who seem to be free...

Swimming through sand
to drink from a dry well...

Loneliness runs deep
While fear is shallow...

As they roll emotions flow
shedding feelings inside...