Drinking wine by candle light Small flame that might've toasted music Holding off instead a flood of grief Some wall I must retain Some hope I still maintain called life ...or was it love or...
one of those foolish things....
It's not important now I am not known for caving-in complaining Not one for asking nor for needing much to hold my own...
I just need everything--
Boundless days of youth forever slipping Only one dream yet remains
Wash over tender tide The sea has found the breast Seals it with its mouth a hunger lunging toward its home of earth-warm woman a deep surround
Longing there to cry to take her back to take it out on all the taking
hurt of it the bitter and the knowing loss of song
I can't recall
...The music that I cannot make for lack of everything