Looking out my window pane
I had a glimpse of the old days...
Late one night,
in a deep dark sleep...
Teardrops on her pillow,
one after one...
I tired the hours wandering
nearby saddened forests...
Unresolved emotions,
lurk beneath the surface...
Do you know what?
I love coming home with bruises...
If you look at me I'll say I'm fine
Though it's a lie most of the time...
The time I feared is past
My birthday has been and gone...
The voices are sinking and the words won't come...
I'm bleeding from the inside I'm bleeding my way...
Watching them laughing just breaks me,
knowing I'm not apart of their joy...
There are dreams we all travel
Some bring smiles and some fear...
A withered old man sits beside the bed,
holding the wrinkled hand of his beloved...