Will you ever see this    Of children sticking in your mud?   Observing their world going insane   Once lost but they'll be strong   Again   Take the letters down   From your old bookshelf   Lurking photographs   All the desperate notes   Peel your own image from the mirror   Sit down by my side   Tell me what I've done   Try to change your mind   Once you've been my one   See with what simplicity we could love   Wallow in memories   We stood by a pond that winter day   And a few leaves lay on the sod   They had fallen from an ash   There was no sound, just you   Just you and me talking   And then four words   Played between us, still whispering   Let us be one   Were I alone,   The world itself would be a desert to me   Thorns devour   And beasts annoy   And my guilt terrify me   The earth a wilderness   And me in solitude      Her:   You are alone      But most upon melancholy   Because void of you   Will you ever see this    Of children sticking in your mud?   Observing the dark league of the sun   Once loved but now you're gone away      Life and love must be more than this      We stood by a pond that winter day   And a few leaves lay on the sod   They had fallen from an ash   There was no sound, just you   Just you and me dreaming   And then four words   Played between us, whispering   Let us be one   I don't know how the things   Could end the way they did      Her:   I am alone,   And now the world itself is a desert to me   Thorns devour   And beasts annoy   And your guilt is justified   I'm a human wilderness in solitude   A subject unto storms   Because void of you   Help me      (...And I step into my heart and meet   The singing small   Who would like to shout and whistle   In the streets and squelch the passers   Flat against the wall...   'cause I'm balancing above an ocean   Of expectations, fears and human stiffness   You don't feel the yearning of speech,   Those patterns of my dreams,   The unseen genius of the wood or   The urgency of courageous reason   Will you ever feel?   Will I ever break the spell?   Am I alone?   I don't know... To seem the stranger   Falls my lot, escapist of your day,   Shadow of the saddest truth:   Your life is an almighty lie!      Love, a subject of   The mere diurnal grind   Lying upon the ground   Feeding upon roots   Love, a subject of   Our deepest fear   All things desolate   Like a tragic mask)