I was like an open book
Until the writer came and wrote me...

On a moonstruck evening
when the clock stopped to talk...

Sullen and fallen
The leaves danced and swayed...

I hear a thousand voices
I see a thousand faces...

Up the hollow sky
Vision undefined...

On a fine sunday morning
Sat on a bus for a voyage to the land of dreams...

Silently I looked through the pane
The garden..the land to tame...

Came within a distance
to touch the horizon...

Turn the tide
Don't wait for side...

On a fine Sunday morning
I sat with my pen...

Sullen and fallen
The leaves danced and swayed...

Now as the pain is receding
i can take a breath...