Let the wind sting my tear-filled eyes
Feel the starlight reflected from my cheeks
And let the cold wind whip them dry
Let me walk a hundred familiar streets
Each of them empty as the last one
Let me sit where we sat last summer
And wait for a peace to never come
Let my anguish slide through this breeze
Let the words slip through my mind
I'll let all their expectations down
Let me leave them all behind
Let me turn yet another blind corner
Let me stand atop my countless fears
Let me come home to warmth and emptiness
Let the wind whip dry my tears
(c) Lishesque
9:11 pm Tuesday 23 September 2003