Perhaps the heart is a lake
Stretching wide across
Leaving gentle waves in its wake

Where yours is deep and clear
And of the purest sight
Why cannot mine show what is so near?

The calm waters of your shore
Will not temper my inner storm
But could you be a shelter from my sores?

Could your rhythms, so even
Hold in my wandering self
Despite my miseries as they lengthen?

Can you throw off my chains
And watch me run away
Though before you I am your pain?