The space which unfolds from the inside out
Smothered my boldness with layers of doubt
And though you were present, and waited at hand,
I could not but reach you o'er miles of sand.
When yesterday's clothing is worn threadbare
And a walk in the park is a trip to nowhere
The words I can't say are like dust in my throat
The look on your face is like castle and moat.
Fools rush in, but I'm not a fool
I'm holding out for a lesson less cruel
If grace doesn't show me the way to get in
Justice will tell me what might have been.