You say the eyes are
the windows to a broken soul...

Sit here among the thorns of change
No time inside the soul to cling...

I was spending the night with my sister Lou
A wedding to go to the very next day...

As the bottle tips from lifeless fingers
The darkness pits against the wall...

My ship has sailed without me
My numbered days are spent...

With paper here in front of me
My pen is poised, I watch the clock...

Crystal stars flashing bright
then slowly fades away...

She stands on the edge of the earth
looking out across the land...

From which direction do they come
And when they fall, where do they land...

I jumped in the pocket
Of a hopping kangaroo...

I hold this pen in hand,
Though my thoughts are many...

Cast your eyes upon the horizon of untruth
Embrace the deprivation of you pirated soul...