As A Black Hole
In Your Soul
A Moth
In Your Old Clothed Heart
You Wear Your
Concern For The World
Accompanied
By Your
Weighted Down Shoulders
And Sorrowful Eyes

I Am The Worldsorrow
The Black Burdain
Of The Worried
Eating You Up
But No Matter How Much
You Cry
No Matter How Much
You Mourn
The Coldness Of The World
The Killings And The Wars
The Victims And The Destuction
I Do Not Matter
Unless You Fight It

We Started Off Trembling
Unsure Of What
Laid Ahead Of Us
Never Dared To Hope
That It Would Last
I Always Kept My Eyes Closed
For A Minute Or Two
When I Woke Up
Wondering If You’d Be There
When I Opened Them

After A While We Grew Accustomed
To Each Other
To What We’d Made
Of Our Feelings
Of Our Love
Yet I Never Said Forever
Never Even Said Tomorrow

If I Ever Sat Still
To Watch The World
I Would Probably See
All The Beauty
I Always Miss In My Rush
The Satisfaction
That Everyone’s Always Refering To

But If I Sat Still
To Watch The World
I Would Have Given Up

What Is Life
But Chances, Upportunities
Passing By
Unexplored Until We Dare
Take The Shot

And Who Am I
To Tell Others To
Start Living Through
Risking All
If I Can’t Take My Own Advice?

I Do Not Care
What Your Papers Say
Don’t Care For Your Former Jobs
Or How Much Tax You Pay

What’s Important
Is The Person Behind
Your Social Security Number
What’s Crowded In Your Mind