Why is tonight the night of tears
I took a peek beyond the cliff
Hope has flipped, now it’s fear
In love I handed her a spoon
A knife for it her eyes mistook
And thrust it back, now bleeds this wound

Cry, cry, let the dry ink bleed again
Stare, stare, but look not for hope my friend
Run, run, but leave behind your sorry pen

Solace in familiar kiss?
Joy in cuddling curly coo?
Walk right by, I don’t exist
Close the door, I want to hide
Why run to you, why run to you?
To your mother hen feathery shadow lie

The prophet to his catering birds
The king to his wilderness friends
And I, where shall I go?

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