The petals on a flower and the feathers of a wing
Sometimes I wonder why you don't gleam
With shallow shores and washed up tides
I wonder why I couldn't cry
Sitting alone in empty space
I wonder why I can't replace
The bits and pieces of my heart
That shatter away with each piece of art
With art I see and art I smile
But sometimes I wish it could take awhile
For art heals a part of all
The lips of sin and a broken soul
I wish to unsee the forbidden
As that does me no good
So now we sit in a dusken night
Wondering why I couldn't cry
