You are not there... Dedication: Gone with the Wind--To Paulie Inspiration: Closed Eyes and Aching Heart The trees whisper in longing, the wind blows, silent and lonely, The stars have their eyes shut, darkness throws its shadow upon me. I stare in the looking glass, days turn into nights, My reflection that looks back at me, mocks at my plight. After all how long can someone talk to himself? Alone, lost and shivering in pain, When the heart aches and the mind rebels, How long can one remain sane? Little things do I notice, little things hurt me, The sole reasons to my sorrow are those little things you don't see. The candle inside has frozen, the ice has turned into stone, The wax inside will never melt, but stand there firm and forlorn. True is what people say, dreams give one something to strive for, But when dreams are haunted by people who deceive, Is one expected to rise or fall? It is not your fault, and neither mine, Time has not given us time to spare, The nights are same, the gossip is same, The only difference is, you are not there... Purti Awal Copyright ©2003 Purti Awal