As i cry myself to sleep
I wonder what the day will bring...

I was a passenger
Today...

Every night he'd come to me
A vision innocent and pure...

Place upon my hands
The tears you will...

I wish i could open your mind
And read your thoughts about me...

No words that i write
No song i can sing...

Sob echoes silence
Dumb existence agape...

My tears are as futile
As the raging bull...

His sweet breath surrounds me
Enveloping me in a drifting cloud...

Walk the dusty path
Never looking back...

Let me lay down
To rest my eyes...

How slowly these faces dabble their slurs
Googling and gaggling what appear to be words...