I say the words
That may or may not help me
I say the names
That may or may not be heard.
I cry the daily tears
That may or may not heal me
And gather up the strength
To face another day of pain
Without a bird outside my window.
         ljm

When you fall in love.
It can feel as innocent,
as fresh fallen snow.

And every night
I asked myself
The same question
"When will I stop thinking about you?"
And every night
Every answer
Silence

Feels like a curse
An urge to work for
Getting more and more
Of things I can hardly
Enjoy anymore

Childhood blinded me.
Innocent and unaware.
Of a world in flames.