of the many words you could tell me
even lesser would you mean
and out of those few
how many would I believe
for your lies are pennies
thrown into the street
trampled beneath
the abundance of feet

of the countless lives you could live
not so many would make you breathe
and out of those few
how many would you destroy
for your life is a shadow
in the dark of the moon
your face a shadow
in the gloom

and what am I
but the child of am mother
and the daughter of a father
no face to see
no heart to feel
but oh so many wounds to heal
and joy is rare as gold in an ocean
and so deep it lies
it I will never find

and what I want
to feel safe
in a home
not a grave
with a stone

the sense in my head
and the lack in my heart
and the blood in my veins
it tears me apart

forever less than the day before