Human Drama

Lonely

Human Drama


Ashes fall from the cigarette of the man who can't forget 
Who learns more from a single second of silence 
Than from any word ever spoken to him 
Any poem misunderstood 
Or from every second of his past that haunts him 

Could I be more lonely 
I don't know if I could 

Put in front of the mirror 
Why he can't recall 
As he stares into the scars he cannot cover 
But to all hands laid upon him 
And all the hands that try to hold him 
The pain still hides beneath the surface 

Could I be more lonely... 

Night passes behind him but he doesn't turn to look 
The shackles and the gag will not allow it 
So far am I from caring, he says 
Or do I care too much? 
For the more I give the more I must be given