In the dimly lit room she stares
a thousand images can she see
Faint emotions in her memory
a single tear, a single plea
She sees his face before her
a siloutte of what has come to be
Searching for an understanding
a single tear, a single plea
She yearns to feel the passion
to set her insatiable hunger free
reaching out into the night
a single tear, a single plea
She has come to realize at last
about nothing will they agree
So she stares and remembers
a single tear, a single plea
Penned by, Karen A Sperry
(c) 2003 |
