Sunday, February 2, 2014

The poet and priest of nothing...


And the rain comes down,
there's no pain,
there's no doubt,
it was easy to say,
I believed in you everyday,
if not for me,
then do it for the world.

In your darkest sorrow
did you ever hear me sing?
Listen to me now,
you know I'd rather be alone,
than without you.