In the morn, the birds do chirp
The crickets hum their simple song...

Dark-
so dark and cold...

Father, you are my tester
The hands that hold my strings...

My thoughts are a jamble-
gamble on this feeling...

Forever is a mile mark
only to be dreamed about...

Your condescending gaze...
you know nothing of yourself...

All the Roses have died
Shriveled and gone...

The hand of reality is gripping-
at my throat, it will not give in...

Ask yourself why
bring it upon you leg...

Take me into you
your the only thing...

Smile, that’s all she has to say
When we cheer in freezing rain...

I said good bye to daddy,
as I packed the car to leave...