Asking for sympathy
On broken bridges
I know not how to cry.

That's the feeling
Having found a fish
Thirsty- that longs to drink.

It's gotten me confused
This being loved thing
Hollow so hollow
The emptiness of a common reed flute.

Still music escapes
Eyelids clap,the breath becomes
As I run to hold tomorrow
You be the one
To take away all the joy and all the sorrow