When time does lie in ages spent, these sins of old I can't repent. Often lost, I'm dreaming of you; Often lost, the ache breaks through. Wrap the misery around this pain-my heart is torn and bleeds again. When dawn does break, it often finds, in peaceful light, a peace of mind-but night has taken claim of me. It is in darkness I am free. These thoughts abound in waters still; These thoughts abound, but by my will. My tears wil flow in endless space, bound by despair that won't erase. -6/18/05
