Today I stay in waiting.
There is no lady involved...

You looked at me today,
such disdain in your eyes...

Shall it be, a simple inflection,
something once mirrored, like your reflection...

Here my heart, rest your head,
the weariness of the eve, brings great dread...

It's bleeding,
in the simplest way of explaining...

With shaking hands I write,
Desperate and seeking, please, read my script...

Like a river flowing,
or the winds blowing...

Every written line has shadow,
every speach spoke sounds hollow...

The idea of Love,
a simple thing, a white dove...