What is it I'm missing
What fits in this hole
The pieces you gave me don't fit
They're all looking silly
Here in my hands
They're all just a pile of…

Stuff that won't work.

Must I look in a closet
Or under the floor
Has something eluded
And slipped through the door
I hold what's been given
But need something more
I don't want a checklist
I won't keep a score
It's just that I'm waiting…
Frustrated…
And sore

And tired when pieces don't fit.

Your promise was worthless
'Twas just empty talking
Don't want no excuses
No dark raven squawking

Why do you repeat all these lies?

You want to believe them so much
That you think I should still be
Contented with such.

But my eyes

See the story

Listen to the sound
Below the earth
As she cries
In the morning giving birth

Still
The sky above…

Rains tears of joy
And love