It's one o'clock in the morning
Silence has settled in the darkness...
On the edges of a crumbling cloud,
lost I stood...
We walk down streets
stuffed with houses, rows and rows...
I am from magazines with ripped out pictures,
Pouring out of boxes...
When I die
I want my body burned...
Leaves danced around my feet
to the music of winter winds...
One wish, if I had it, I would give it to you
Two sides of a love, one false, one is true...
Tenderly He called me...
and bid me welcome home...
"Love is the only force capable of...
-Martin Luther King, Jr...
I watched him walk away
Thought he might return...
Somber throats choke on virulent words,
Heavy as dust that flutters as fog...
Heart drifts along an open road
Uncertain where to go...