I'm stained
                    like spilled coffee
on my white blouse
                     and I'm broken
like the fallen off chain
                     on my bicycle
I am hopeless
                      like the drunkard
staring down the bottom of the bottle
                      I'm lost
just like a child
                     who's run too far from home
and I'm alone
                      just like you
on the night you never came back
                      and I carry it with me
like a stain
                      of spilled coffee on my blouse
till the day I find that stain remover
                      known as Heaven's gates
beyond the clouds