There isn't a cure,
No, there sure as hell isn't a remedy...

Crawl along the gutters,
Akin to the worms...

It has come full-circle,
We made it around an entire cycle...

We were inseparable, two peas in a pod,
We shared life and liberty, and our mutual faith...

Meandering along a path of dust,
Thinking of life's opportunity...

The garden is all she cared for,
Out there every day weeding away...

Im appalled at the view,
And I'm new...

It's fun and it's games,
Until the years begin to rearrange...

Walking in the pasture, low and dark,
I hear the sound of meadowlark...

I don't think I know any quick answers,
To escape the way life grows harder: I have...

What can I be, my brother of tranquility,
A dog dead on the road, a serial killer in active...

First Verse:
Sitting here watching you, knowing there's nothing...