You’re hiding from me now.There’s something in the way that you’re talking.

Words don’t sound right but I hear them all moving inside you,

go I’ll be waiting when you call.Hey and whenever I fall at your feet 

 won’t you let your tears rain down on me,

 whenever I touch your slow turning pain.The finger of blame has turned upon itself and

 I’m more than willing to offer myself. Do you want my presence or need my help?

Who knows where that might lead... 

I fall