and so ashamed of yourself
aware of me
beware of me
take care
and i worry about the world
and its cares
and lack thereof
i�d cry but not that it matters
soul�s spilling and that doesn�t matter
heart�s screaming and that doesn�t matter
so what do briny eyes matter?
i swallow the lump that has grown to a tumor
and take care of myself because i am the only one left to worry
nothing else can bring me down
rise me up to make me frown
that happens a lot
it�s sad but true
happened to you
so few
and a poor little flock
sitting closer than aught
they�re tired and mired
and i�d take off their pain
like mud from a rain
but i can�t gain what i already have
i have tried and it ended up bad
i could drink up your tears
and devour your fears
if i knew the years
would be kinder
slighter
less painful or drained
such a loss is a gain