Your not there and it haunts me
It kills me
That perhaps it is all my fault
Loving, losing
Wanting choosing
Failing in becoming a God

Bitter thought for better worlds
Its already achieved - carved in the stone
In every dark horse a child weeps inside
Everything I ever wished for denied

Take a walk through the ashes
Into mists in the shadow
Obscuring the memories
That open old scars everyday
Take my hand and lead me
Blindfold and decive me
My loveletter to nobody

Hear a sigh for those alone
My emotions so raw, then made out of stone
Hear the music, you sing I write
Everything you prayed for denied

'If you read this line
Remember not the hand that wrote it
Carry the verse
Song-writers pride
The comfort of the ink and the paper has become my hope
and in doing so it has become my only strength
A distraction from the loss of true happiness
A noisy home
And a lovers arms
In this emptiness I have but the only escape
Its like a piano writing down my mind'

'So much I wanted to give to he who loves me.
Loved me
I'm sorry but now I live no more to shame neither me nor you
All things pass
As does finally love
And loss
All now banished from my mind but you
Anthony
I wish I didn't feel for you any more'


In every dark horse a child weeps inside
Everything I ever wished for denied

 
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