The Watcher

The Sentinel and The Watcher

The love of the sentinel will move away today without ever knowing the love he tried to say

He weeps for time, he's lost and love that he will not.

But his love is leaving and it clearly means a lot.

When the watcher saw his chance he moved and it flew away.

He had waited far too long and another had taken it away

Now what he had feared most had come to pass again.

He felt bad enough to drown himself in gin.

One is the watcher who weeps for chances lost.

One is the sentinel that weeps for what is not.

One is the guard who weeps for his own lonely heart.

All weep for something.

All are clearly heard

All regret

All be all

And All are one for me.