I grow old waiting and all I can do is dream
Of all the beautiful things only love can bring
Trapped in this outer limit, suspended from life
Stuck in this lucid coma I call out to my wife

But she never seemed to hear or even care
The memory of her touch has long since disappeared
And my daughter, whom above all I have wronged
Becomes the theme of my saddest poems and songs

There are so many reasons for this heart’s demise
All of the broken pieces I try to hide
All of these regrets are a thorn in my pride
All stuffed way down deep inside...