These soot cloaked hands have been tried They're wrecked and wrinkled by those drenching waters of time Hands that only wanted to help you and hold you Seem to have been rejected for their lack of whatever it was you ran off to Reaching from some dieing branches Hoping that maybe it won't end like the last time
And like those stems my roots are bare Chapped and crackling in that love lost air So tired of waiting for a gentle rain A little relief to forget the pain Of knowing what it's like to care
Empathizing with the less fortunate When all I need is a little sympathy Is for you to take a pinch of time and get to know me
But maybe that's just too much to ask Maybe I was meant to pan along the river side Congratulating others on their gold Secretly it's killing me Seeing smiles that crush my soul
One day I'll be happy for you When I found out what happy can be . . .