here i stand
…it's a sad question of right or wrong…
I've never been here, or at least it feels that way now.
I could write you a confusion of words…
To describe how
But what good would it do?
So here i stand.
part of my own world… now out of my hands.
I'm sad… yes.
But what's the point in crying?
I finished with that a long time ago.
Tears were an accompaniment to sad music,
A means of warming my pillow.
Here I Stand.
My heart seems to feel no longer,
The only reason I know it still beats?
Well… Here I stand.