That you travel with me
As long as I could lessen your heavy load
But when I need a hand
You turn a leave me there
To catch myself as I stumble and fall
Like some second sting character
I hang on to your every word on this you rely
But you run after your Romeo
Levin me and I sit, head in hands, and cry
It might not be much
But these tears are a crutch
To catch myself as I stumble and fall
A Gypsy curse rides this soul
Trough the feelings I have to keep from speech
My thoughts will keep you warm
Even if you never are within my reach
For there is a word
That takes all of my will for me to avoid
Twelve-fifteen-Twenty two and five
It is only these sounds that keep me alive
And even if you never say them in return
You KNOW how bright they will always linger and burn
So even at the proverbial end of it all…
Please excuse me…
As I… stumble…and fall
