you may feel the flame has died,
feel the reservoir has dried,
feel an emptiness inside,
crumpled up and tossed aside.

you may wish to live again,
wish to feel the rain begin,
wish to feel something within,
rescued from the ******* bin.

if you know such maladies,
set your tired mind at ease,
sit yourself down next to me,
cast your eyes across the trees.

i can't light that spark for you,
fix you, or bear you anew.
there's not much that i can do,
but i can listen, that much is true.