Whirlpools of vast loss
Empty spaces, everywhere empty spaces
No tears, I gave those up, just voids.
Things missing from this life
Just a plane ride away… distance no problem.
Just the heartache separating us is so painful
And I am so unhappy now, and I have to leave
One voice encourages me. All others …disapprove.
I have to leave, o my days I have to leave
Because one voice
One voice, her voice
I called her friend, I called her lover
But she is more
She is my sister
No matter what I throw at her
No matter how badly I behave
She is there. Without a doubt, she is always there
Just stupid me, not realising that she is there
Till darkest moments when I am alone in my own mind
Grasping for comfort, she appears as if I never left
I have no religion but her, and naaa I don’t deserve her
©2010 Stan Rogers