I hear the crickets
I listen to the thunder
I hear the phone hang up
And I listen to the sirens screaming

I bite my tounge
I taste the rain
I bite my lip
And I taste the salt

I inhale the aromas
I smell the storm
I inhale the thick air
And I smell the dirt

I touch the sink
I feel the metal
I touch the floor
And I feel the pain

I see white walls
I imagine another life
I see my blood
And I imagine your face

A tree grown with care
Will never be bare

Loving words to help it rise
Through the dirt, to the sky

From the ground it will soar
In the yard forever more

With it's branches it will clasp
All the woods in it's grasp

The needles will keep the limbs intact
While the cones become a snack

The squirrels will play, the birds will sing
From the branches, to the swing

It only takes a little work
A little love and a lot of dirt

I dream of your tears like a midnight moon.
I feel your pain, but who can I trust saying that too?
Who would understand how I do?
Or why?
Why do you do that to yourself?
So that you cry?
I know how it feels to be alone.
To be so depressed you want to die.
I know that feeling all too well.
Just as I know your pain.
Can you help me make things the way they were meant to be?
I feel the blood running down my hand.
Was it all just a dream?

Do it quick she says
This won't hurt a bit he says

Silence fills the room

A puff of smoke
And everything disappears

The audience just sits in awe

The stage goes black
The lights come up

People leave wondering what will become

The back door opens
The magician steps out

Wandering into the night