I have seen you from my film of silence
Broken up believer, too proud to beg
You want to pick up your love and run away -
too many disappointments, in too little time.
Blue eyes speak of shredded hopes
dreams unravelled from the seams
cold ash blown away.
I know that the butterflies have long perished
but a heart still beats
Joy, it now eludes us
but this is not the time or place.
Someday, it will be the time and place.