Muse
...musing since January 18, 2004
Half-Way Home
6.04.04
Half-way home
She stares up at the clouds
And the stars that were never hers
Are hidden
And oh, the searching eyes
How they cry
The bearer sits and bleeds
But never will the ends of the pain-
Meld and meet
Half-way home
She stares into the desolation
And the desperation is almost too much
Sometimes, when roads are hidden
And oh, the screaming lies
How they tear
The bearer sits and listens
To the accusations of the sins-
That were never even there
<--- fall into my patterened tears... [return]
<---<--- catch me as i fall? [CS]