And as I try to pull away,
my words begin to decay,
and I realize I am more sore,
than I have ever been before

the lines I said they fade
and sealed so is my fate
my only pleasure lies within
within the words I am keeping in

my sorrow may be to fast
but how do you father expect me to rest
with so much to think about and so less to say
please give me time and stay...

*dedicated to my father...*