David will you
Be my sun my moon my sky...
I wonder if you stop or go
When my name whispers through your soul...
I am like those forgotten thoughts swept away
A ghost in the corner where shadows play...
The boxed up room, a prison in my chest
No windows to the east, no sunsets to the west...
My pen is empty the well ran dry
The ink has vanished without goodbye...
I know that I will love
Living my life every day...
The fire crackles
The fire roars...
Abba
You hold our hands...
From one eternal infinity,
Always was and thus will be...
My mother is over ninety,
diminishing day by day...
He
brushed me off...
Why is the exact never attained,
yet ceaselessly sought...