Twisting and Untwisting
Straight yet ever Winding...

She sits on the floor of the open room,
And stares at the snow white ground...

Where fleets of clouds, deep in thought,
sail the silent heavens home...

She sits beside her window,
watching in the dark...

Surrounded and lonely
I lie on my bed...

I don't know if you've noticed,
How beautiful you are...

Please say those words i long to hear
Those words you whisper, oh, so near...

The pain, the emotions and the pressure
have surrounded my soul...

I gaze into my mirror
And cannot see their beauty any nearer...

As I sit here writing
I now know what you mean...

Morning comes, I stay in bed,
I do not move, I am not dead...

Why doesn't it feel right,
When we talked on the phone...