Now that I have the time
Perhaps I will find the rhyme,
Or maybe I will sit and think
With my cold hands and drink,
Possibly I'll fall asleep
Then maybe I won't have to weep.
Then again I may just cry,
And I know I won't have any clue why,
But that doesn't mean a thing,
Just like when I wore that ring.

There never will be a day
When I don't wish you'd come my way,
And I'll never have an hour
When I am the one with power.
I wield,
Then yield,
Because I see your face
Invading my space
And I think to myself
How insane, I need help.
Is anyone out there?
Does anyone care?