Though most seem to steal when they should be buying

I am not the one who encourages this even when lying

I am the man who does the best that he knows and can

With morale built up in an Eagle Rock danced on the sand

All the voices in my heart sing the same sort of song

About where it is that I must be and truly belong

But, here I am again lost in the wilderness without you

But, here I am again tossed into darkness without you

Fueled with the futility of things I should have never said

Some things best left in the crevices of my cynical head

Or, at least, that’s how it feels as I watch and you walk away

The feeling of realizing too late what I shouldn’t ever say

Hands overplayed even if factually true, are never right

When it takes me from you and your sweet presence of light