A cold denial, filled with feelings of remorse.
Musty carpets. Cigarette burnt sheets. Smell of abandonment.
Wavering, restless mind.. give me a break tonight!
Cry of dead silence in an old library.
Sirens were blaring, panic rose in the air.
Friend, it’s all about sharing stories, sharing life.
Serving warm bowls of soup for cold hearts.
From the spice jar spilled heaps of temptation.
The door flew open revealing confusion, hesitation, grief.
From flying paper planes to helicopters on Mars.