Portruding from me like a wall of razors
and
brokenrustednails
truth
as I die
as I live
search the wonder in me
and wonder
if there is a real reason
definately feel like the season
...cold
'bout time this feeling came back around
some bit of sanctuary in the sound
of quiet shadows roaming
treading my room
to isolate the place
where you once lay
stealing my euphoria
to humble me as I elate
no one could be what you were to me
and nothing...
nothing could pass the time
like holding you
they think they know & reap
what they sew
but none could ever see
the way you did
so much
farther than the eye
