I sit in my cell,
Thinking about my sin,
Wondering what I have done,
Thinking about him,
I sit on my own.
I stand by the window,
Thinking what is love really,
Wondering what could have been done,
Thinking what is reality,
I stand by myself.
I love a man,
Thinking what is wrong,
Wondering what society has done,
Thinking why love is gone,
I love on my own.
Autumn leaves on Summer trees,
Honey bees on Autumn leaves,
Time moves on so we might see,
those honey bees on Autumn leaves,
and Autumn leaves on Summer trees,
When we wake tomorrow.
You once said I love you without force,
Without pain, without remorse,
What we had was special,
But the bitterness came,
First it was just arguing,
Behind locked doors, then in public.
I once said I love you without wincing,
Without a sigh, without rolling my eyes,
What we had felt right,
But the cruelty came,
And we drifted apart,
Lived separately, Then moved apart.
We once said I love you without spite,
Without sarcasm, Without venum,
What we had worked,
But what finally came,
And finally ended it,
Was sharp words, and harsher jibes.
I am the youngest I will ever be,
Yet the oldest I have ever seemed,
Stop the clock now,
And let time stand still.
For he is the reason,
Life is never dull,
But sometimes I need,
The clock to stop,
And time to leave me be.
But he marches on,
Tick by tock
And tock by tick,
Endlessly marching to the metronome.
So cherish the time,
Because tomorrow as with now,
You will be the youngest you ever were,
But the oldest you have ever been.
There are things in this world,
That require belief,
Things that remain unexplained,
And to some look to deep,
These things seem supernatural,
As if by God’s hand,
Are these things just complex,
Or more miraculous,
Will we ever know the truth,
It’s not so bad to just believe.
There’s a whisper under my bed,
Right beneath where I lay my head,
It talks to me as I sleep,
And whispers things when I wake.
There’s a whisper silent and still,
Right now talking within my skull,
It gives me ideas to write,
And helps me share for you to read.
There’s a whisper inside of me,
Right where no one can see,
It speaks with my tongue,
And writes for me in my hand.
There’s a whisper on this page,
Right in these lines I’ve laid,
It speaks to you,
And was placed by me.