When sanity reigns, she holds him close,
When the horse leaps off, little does she knows -
How the bruises in the face burn his lashes,
How his hopes burn into fumes and ashes.
With joy, comes a warm embrace,
With doubt - a scorning disgrace,
She dances, with her heart, if there is light around,
But, when darkness falls, she's nowhere to be found.
His heart means nothing - plenty have been broken,
His soul is as triflous - a superfluous token,
His tears - drops of mediocrity, his words - profane,
His pain - humor and his feelings - hopeless, mundane.
She feels for him, but pity and sorrow,
And, unless he can recover tomorrow -
She will be gone,
She will be gone.
