She cries alone
in the abandoned field
where love has withered
and worms gorge on dead dreams.
She is not lost she knows exactly where she is.
For you see
she lives here.
She sleeps alone
on the bed of despair
where torrential rains
and pelting hail bruise her soul.
She cannot leave she knows exactly what she is.
For you see
she is nothing.
He walks alone
in the abandoned field
where love wont grow
and compost settles on decaying dreams.
He is not lost He knows exactly where He is.
For you see
He died here.
He waits alone
by her tattered heart
where He spreads His wings
to cover her wounds and broken soul.
He cannot leave He knows exactly who she is.
For you see
He loves her.
She stirs secure
under shelter warm
where life renews
and hope restores fragile dreams.
No longer lost she knows exactly where she is.
For you see
she belongs here.
He suffers alone
by her bed of slumber
where torrential rains
and pelting hail bruise His wings.
No
He will never leave He knows exactly what she is.
For you see
she is everything.
