Where Are You?
20 times a night I sit alone and fight
Fight all that despised me, fight for all who stand behind me
Forty years go by every day but what more words can we say
I dont have a rush or glimpse to the colors of crass
Wont you just permit
Wont you just love to forget
Blue maniacs swallow your bed but the sweet revelations wonder your head
I like to say grace before I lay down my heart
I like to keep pace every night I stop and cant start
Your wisdom grows like green meadows and flourish to sink in my sleep
I love to keep you here with me
Dont go
I love you
Sure as hell can feel the skin you try to peel off everyday
Somehow you grow it back
Last and least the love you give feels shriveled up
Dont despair, dont give up
Dont go
I love you
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