Lulling my head…into my hands I place myself under yet greater demands Feeling so trapped…inside my own head The book is now closing, the story’s been read The wind stirs each dream, and sweeps each away A spiraling motion; I so long them to stay For all that I hold…in these small hands Is the hope that someone, somewhere understands I watch my life movie…I’m all on my own With a head filled with ice, and a heart made of stone The images replay as my strength comes undone You’d think I’d feel something; I only feel numb And the wind keeps on blowing; I cannot be moved The whispers are growing; the pain can’t be soothed I feel myself slipping…I feel myself stay I wake up tomorrow and its back to today.