you know, what i would not give
for a world,
where children were just allowed to live

i caught the coat tails
of my only true guardian angel
i am just a flawed man
a sometimes bored man

a cold sweat ran from me
who was that child
that fragmented story

they hid a knife in their hip belt
and paraded a promise
of the hurt they could melt
they were a river bound tear
destined to damn up my defences
and to add fog to all that was clear

no one can know us,
the desperation that we must
ties your bicycle to a railing
and leaves it to rust