But I ever stretch out, try to grasp as I flail,
Fighting against an invisible chain.
I keep telling myself that somehow I’ll prevail
Embracing my love and releasing the pain.

And now I look down to see what I’ve become,
Just another pebble rolled and tossed by the stream.
A frail, broken thing, blind, deaf and dumb,
Sold my body and mind to live in a dream.

A river of blood from a wound yet so small.
A blow to the heart, to the soul, to the head.
In loving and losing I’d rather not loved at all.
My sweet blissful ignorance forever is dead.