Her room,
It's covered with dust...

The visions I think in my head,
The sights I see that can't be said...

Being one, I know it's true.
You are in pain, you're hurt...

The morning comes,
The sun rises softly...

Tell me I'm useless.
Call me worthless...

In my mind,
The troubles won't rewind...

Where went all the smiles?
When came all the tears...

My bleeding heart is still. My hands are in the...
-Tessa Hazzard...