dark clouds out to greet you
salvation means nothing new
a vacant shuttle besides your bed
wasting hours inside your head
the sky lashes down on us
calls for you only
to whisper how much you've been lonely
you brave, brave one
rain plows the fields outside,
in your room the needles dance through the night
weaving the lines you would rather undo
the final stitch is out to get you
faded pictures
leveled ridges
hang on a wall
once stood so tall