The only one who ever understood me
I've felt your pain, traveling the world
Looking for a place to rest your weary soul
But alas, no place that hasn't left you
Beaten, bruised, broken - the suckling child,
The dripping water, the chirping lark -
They've betrayed you, and, much like me,
Your only lover has been loneliness,
The harlot that's shared many beds.
So I call to you, my dear old friend -
Come lay your head down beside mine
I'll forget all my worthless words,
Breathing quietly only when imperative
So that you may find some rest here
And so will I, if the cosmos grants it.
