Look outside to the streets to see the seasons change
Beneath your window, the things that wait
The road disappears, singing, and you
Hum and mutter the songs you wrote.
That same hurt, unknown, alone, unnamed
Behind the word, hiding
Raids your mind like wounds you hide.
Forces a tear, makes you smile.
And until it wears you out, like
The moment you turn and forget about the time
You danced and were beautiful when you said
The world moved with you
Well, you are and it still does.