Leaving

There's nothing more
You must have a gift to know
What's in store - the telephone
Doesnt even ring now - what's
Left to mourn - find yourself
hiding behind the same person
you were before - you could transmute
the mind to make it strong as ore
You fear that too so I sit and watch sidelined
torn

Beautiful, disater, i try to show you yours
You quit the habit tomorrow like yesterday
I heard it all before, longing for love it's the
same way you always fall, those fields are
as empty as your mind can be if you unlock it
and pour - it all into the beauty thats You
Splendor galore.

Yeah here we go again breathe the wind
for our 1,000th time
-I'm leaving-

Christopher Baird 2012 ©