My Could
And I could not hear my cries
Nor could I see my tears
I could not feel my pain
buried deep beneath my years
And I could not know my sorrow
though I could try and try
For I clung too tightly to my dreams
with all their abandonment and lies
And I could not sense my emptiness
for what could be taken away
And I never could embrace the kiss
of the heart that led mine astray
I could not see my mountain
that I could never climb
For I could not know the path
even as it echoed in my mind
My passion it possessed me
My mind it never knew
My soul had been imprisoned
by what could never be called true
Written 4/18/89
Copyright 1989 RFA