© 2009 Robert Lydiate

In my heart, I want to say, that all I am is Yours

But as I look into it's depths, pictures begin to form

They are scenes from long ago, of hate and pain and strife

Of straps and fists and touching hands which robbed me of my life

I was a boy who had a voice which secrets took away

That silence then became a pit for more garbage everyday

It's hard to reach for those nail-scarred hands that want to help me out

Cause I no longer really know what love is all about