We trace the burden of the heart, you and I
And suffer the cold darkness together
A weary gray moon labors across the night
As we worship the seasons of our love

Time must hold its cold pen apart from regret
For a dream to write a better image
Take this sweet change and show the stars
Let your gentle dust touch my sleep

a heart on the floor
blood splattered across the walls
ripped apart by words

Of all the ways
I’ve watched the world
Fail to take flight

The worst is my own

painful memories
encased in a troubled heart
waiting for rescue