In the morning I ask,
“What is it that you seek from me?
What scars do I reveal in my self pity?”

I wish them away
And they linger
Infected by a festering thought
That I can’t think or find

Where are you my pain?
Where are you my doubt?
Come out into the open
And let us burn together

In the evening I beg,
“What is it I carry that sinks deeper everyday?
What wound is this, so calloused,
That I cannot find its place?”

Am I washed up with my dignity and old age
On an island without means?
How can I sacrifice my idols
If my idols are my dreams?

Where are you my Love?
I can’t find you where you’ve been
I wish with all my being
That you’d sing a song again