When allโs been said that can be said
And words no longer have a sense
But fall like stones from a hollow sky
I shrink behind my last defence.
The heart that once was opened wide
Its secrets spread beneath your feet
Is closed against your careless tread
The scattered bones of my defeat.
I would not have you see my pain
That fills my mouth with a silent scream
For what is lost is dead as dust
There is no cure for a broken dream.
