Oh how we tend to wish ourselves br Such extraordinary pain br With our naïve failure to recognize Love, br And all of the heartaches it brings br br We willingly accept the many loving lies br Our lovers spill from rose petal lips br As we empty our half filled glass of tears br Upon the dead flowers of heartless quips br br Praying for a cure br From the cancer that grows br Be it neither a stone or a pound br More than our drowning need to know br br How deep the water is... br br 2009 © T.