$2 dollar speeches,
that should come in a box through your front door.
Many things, the world has not seen.
You obviously don't believe, don't believe.
The pure white dress flows through the wind.
It's materials showing perfectly how it had been.
She wonders down the hall,
there's nothing left of her, nothing at all.
Her hand touches his, he's still asleep.
His prison, his home, his keep.
He wakes up at the sensation,
but finds that it was just his imagination.
But he still feels that warm touch,
above all things, his hand brushed.
His tears fall silently, small drops of silver.
His breaking, his lip quivering.
His head falls down on the pillow,
but he wakes up right next to a willow.
how sad.' He thought,
the leaves look like tears, from the eye bought.'
His hand gently touches the droplets,
and shudders at something so marvelous.
He wakes up again, but this time to cry.
where were you when I needed you?'
By and by the circle runs,
leaving everything destroyed, shunned.
