to associate object with man
hate and love go hand in hand
certain melodies cursed
and you'll never understand
                              many days go by
                     and without a single reply
         you'll hang your heavy little head
                      and make your way to bed
working in wonderous ways
through every stormy haze
a light shining through a crack
breaking your mother's back
                     waves of sorrow meet grief
                       and with every falling leaf
                            you'll find my eyes dry
                      and you'll be found a thief.