Hypotheses non fingo.

Take a walk through my life,

through the broken glass,

through the sands of time.

Take a look in my eyes,

you’ll see a love that’s blind.

Your words don’t mean much to me anymore

once they were all to a heart so pure,

once they held dreams,

and they carried me away like a rose on water.

Take a walk through my heart

where a rose should be,

there’s a crown of thorns.

From the cry of a child,

there’s no woman born.

My touch doesn’t mean that much to you anymore.

I’m reaching out for you, but I can’t be sure.

Am I slipping through your hands?

Or, are you throwing me away like a rose on water?

Watcha gonna do when the rain comes down and the petals fall?

Be my shelter from the rain,

free the child again.

Y. G. R.