A few unanswered calls, a broken pane,
The windows shuddering from the battering rain,
No encouragement from the mentally sane,
As the rest of us just wither in pain

Trees gossip, words familiar, though unclear,
Words of caution, because insanity is near,
They don't care that I can hear.
No value for my silently shed tear.

Crouched in pain, darkness above,
Heart scorched from deprivation of love,
there’s no future, only here and now,
Life hurts, it's one mighty shove.

Doctors come, and in vain, doctors go,
the doorbell is tired, but I'm sticking to no.
They don't understand, it's beginning to grow,
louder than ever, interrupting my show.

She's right here, sitting next to me,
I know, I've heard it before, you can't see,
If I hold her hand, she'll set me free,
By sending me high above, to recreate destiny