I don’t like the space
Where loneliness leaves me.
I like to be alone,
But not lonely…
The screams are too loud
With no one’s voice to calm them,
And my throat hurts too bad to sing…
Do you have a voice strong enough
To harmonize with my demons,
To lend them a sentimental ring?
Do you see me,
Dancing under the magnolia tree?
Waiting for the moon and stars,
I hear your whispers,
Love is still ours,
Come and see…