77. Inner Pain

Give me your hand, come meet the band; Baby.
We work hard, and so do you to see us, lady.
The eyes in our minds, fall so blind;
So resign, abound; your alibis.
For one brief moment, caught in lament
And yet I call out your name; We're both still the same.
The pain that you feel
Is so unreal to me.

So we fly over the plains
Now and again
To feel the true love once refrained
By ourselves.

My lover.

The dreams that we had once turned bad; honey.
The climatic scene I have of you on Benzene
Is that which causes my love affair
But when your in my arms, I just do not care.
For the crying in my sleep
Will just have to keep.

Coz the morning should always dawn
And the rainclouds shall never form
In my minds eye
I feel there should be no time
For us to feel ashamed
Of my inner pain.

So we fly over the plains
Now and again
To feel the true love once refrained
By ourselves.

My lover.