All that great heart lying still

In silent suffering
Smiling like a clown until the show has come to an end
What is left for encore
Is the same old dead boy's song
Sung in silence



The deep breath I took still poisons my lungs

Of a pure-heart singing me to peace
All that great heart lying still on an angelwing

I'd still give my everything to love you more

Trying to smile but hurting infinitely. Nobody notices

I do, but walk by

She's going to dinner alone

That makes her even more beautiful

In early air of the dawn of life

A sight to silence the heavens

Paper is dead without words

Ink idle without a poem

Eu, Álison