Looking out the window
Looking into your soul.
Music, the mind can play
To the sound of burning stars.
As a minstrel plays
A song to heal your scars.
Hollow, void, my mind
Silent as the night
You found your way out of my heart.
On a park bench I sit,
Watching the world move too fast.
As salted dreams graze my cheeks
Silently I weep.
Sing minstrel,
So the pain I may forget
And these scars may fade with time.