"Can you..?"
As the gears in my brain rust with age
And the tears from my eyes turn them red
May my chapped lips stutter simply
A phrase, a question holding more significance
More value then anything else that my breath could form
A question that grasps my throat, pinning me to the wall, struggling
Gasping for air, for meaning, for an answer
An answer to a question...
And the tears from my eyes turn them red
May my chapped lips stutter simply
A phrase, a question holding more significance
More value then anything else that my breath could form
A question that grasps my throat, pinning me to the wall, struggling
Gasping for air, for meaning, for an answer
An answer to a question...