Blank

face

in

the

win-

dow

pane

Made

clear

in

se-

conds

of

light

Dis-

ap-

pears

and

re-

turns

a-

gain

Coun-

ting

ho-

urs,

sear-

ching

the

night

Might

be

wai-

ting

for

some-

one

Might

be

there

for

us

to

see

Might

be

in

need

of

tal-

king

Might

be

sta-

ring

di-

rect-

ly

at

me

In-

side

plays

a

lu-

lla-

by

Slurred

voice

o-

ver

child-

ren

cries

On

the

in-

side

Haun-

ting

lone-

li-

ness

in

the

eye

Skin

co-

ve-

ring

sec-

ret

scars

His

hand

is

wa-

ving

a

good-

bye

There's

no

res-

ponse

or

ac-

tion

re-

turned

There

is

deep

pre-

judice

in

me

Out

shines

all

rea-

sons

in

side

Gi-

ven

dreams

all

rid-

den

with

pain

And

pro-

jec-

ted

un

to

the

last