I'll Be There.

Come by sometime and I’ll be there,
Walking beside the dew pond as I always did,
My hands folded, eyes empty,
Just walking in silence

I’ll be there finding stars through the daylight hours,
Struggling with my open hair thrusting in my eyes,
One hand stroking my necklace,
My lips partly opened

Walking through the marsh,
The rough corners of the grass brushing against my legs,
The wind blowing my frilly skirt gently,
I’d just hug myself tighter

There’ll be light drizzle amongst the overcast,
It will be a little cold but I’d be too numb to complain,
Stepping on the muddy water underneath,
But I wouldn’t look down

Tap my shoulder if you come
I may not see you or hear you call my name,
As I have become hollow inside, and hurt,
But come by sometime and I’ll be there...