I carry you in my bones,
Drag you around in my chest;
You are an unwanted stone
Buried deep into my flesh.
Where are you when I hear
Your voice, singing, it seems,
Whispering in my inner ear
A lullaby spun of dreams.
I'm tired of the empty words,
But still you sing softly--so
Softly humming lonely notes
That haunt this echoing throat.
