In Waiting

In winter's waning hour after the death of spring, I came around. To a wild menagerie of reflective rings, Retrospective sounds. Looking in shops for nothing to buy, Can't find it there and I don't why. I don't know why. And I know That I am frightened. And I know that I am lost. In The New York Daily News Was a picture, man, his face was You. I grasped the fluid breeze with my trembling hands. It was the breath of you. The truth is I hold, held no answers for Me. Why can't I love now that you've ceased To Be? And I know that I am frightened. And I know that I am lost. Your life goes on without me. And know that I am Lost. My soul has turned to ashes in the blinding Sun. My blind eyes flow With the tears from the advice that made my Song unsung. This story's closed. When will I ever be freed of this bond? Why can't I live again? Can't I go on? Can't I go on? On? And I Know that am frightened. And I am lost. Life goes on without I know That I am lost. And I know that I am lost. And know lost.