MusicBox Hart

 

The holidays are hard...

   This ones no better...

A song turned poem.

Did I ever tell you, about the time?

The time I lost my heart?

No, I guess I never did.

I remember the melodies.

I remember the harmonies.

I remember the piece.

I dream. An Imperfect fantasy.

Where no one hears of me. 

With you not here with me.

I suppose I'm better now.

But on rainy days.

On darkened nights.

Sometimes it's like a death.

Sometimes I wish I were.

Just for the dream to be over.

I dream. An imperfect fantasy.

Where I pray to God for me.

To be where I wish to be.

It's the silence that hits you.

You'd scream in madness.

Anything to block it out.

Pleading with strangers.

Giving your testimony.

No one speaking your language.

I dream. An imperfect fantasy.

Where people had eyes to see.

To bear witness of me. 

Did I ever tell you about the time?

The time I lost my heart?

No, I guess I never did.....