As ink to paper
Black to white
Your whimpers blot
The calm of night
This sorrow you hold
This anger you hide
You would do well
To keep inside
Did you expect me
To turn away?
You are wrong;
Though I drown, I'll stay.

O’er the merry winds of dusk
I’ll sing into the blue
And embrace the breezes at my back like a lover
My spirit twirls and mingles
With the journeying clouds
As sounds of passion dance
With the approaching night.

To those who lie
With haunted eyes
Respond in kind
But blame them not.
They sing the tongue
That they have sung
Since they were young
And truth they've sought;
But it evades
The traps they've made.
So the charade
Goes on unfought.