Like a stone...
I feel alone...

Hoping for motion...
A glimpse of change...

A back wet ally....
Where the black cat strays....

Only a half moon....
As the night turns to day...

In the sun's rays,
I now begin to pray....

For a life,
that I cannot find....

Caught in a illusion,
where colors constantly change...

I dream about love,
but some call it ***...

As my life has become splintered....
I try not to hurt...

Hurt comes in only one form,
which eats at the heart...

I wait for it to pass.....
Only to know it's coming back...

With passion comes pain...
With hope comes let downs...

If I was a tree,
I could only fall....

Like a dog without a bark....
I could only moan...

So what can I do....
What can I say....

To feel that love,
I felt that very first day...