THE ECHO SPEAKS

Rain

    This heart is a caged, hostile void  full of pain.

  Every beat brings
back the  blood tears of  stitched up scars from long ago...
    Only one can fill this void...One

    I shall die with your name upon my lips

 and 

your soul in my hands...

and
take us both to the heaven of our own making...

    To end the  Tears I shed on the grave of my innocence.

Lane Whitt

© 1999