Sit and Stare
As I sit all alone
On the bed in my room
I stare at the clothes
I have yet to exhume
I begin to believe
There is no one for me
So I sit and I stare
And still no one is there
Hear a cry down the hall
Of a baby long gone
And the hole in my soul
Seems to stretch on and on.
I begin to believe
This is all I should be
So I sit and I stare
But still no one is there
The lies and the pain
Are still here every day
I scream and I cry
But no tears remain
They dried long ago
And no more seem to come
So I sit and I stare
And still no one is there
Even me.
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