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