I shall come to your door  with ashen  lips                                                                                                                              I shall  drops my hands to you

     I shall tell you                                                                                                  

   All  the  good words                                                                                            

That  are  still,                                                                                                          

Are  still  here                                                                                                      

 Your  poverty stricken  house                                                                           

   So  dark  at  night                                                                                                

  And it  must  be  eternally sad                                                                              

And my life  that  collapsed                                                                       

 Without  reaching  you                                                                                         

Were  turned  over                                                                                          

   To  out  doors  and drum                                                                                     

   But  suddenly you  touch                                                                                  

  Like  a  glistening  hand                                                                                          

  You  pierce  like                                                                                                    

  A forgotten  memory                                                                                        

The  silence  of  the heart,                                                                             

Between  each  beat,                                                                                                 

That  silence                                                                                                            

That  silence  is  yours

I shall wait for you,

Like your shoes