  Night tears are falling, stars left behind. I put on my old flannel pajamas, No more silk teddies. I can't focus on the TV, but music draws me. But only the sad ones that make my little boy cry. He doesn't understand it but those sad chords have a power over the heart, one can't control. The bitterness in me, over wasted time, empty promises. Yet all I can do is long for the touch of your hands on my skin Of the feeling of knowing there is someone who so truly you. When all that was ever involved was a dupe, me. And all I can wish is for strength and the sad songs to fly past me. © 2002 by ASH 
