I don't know when it began
or if it will have an end
but what I have to tell you
be assured I don't pretend...

The first time that I heard him
on the other side of the fence
it was a shocked surprise
because it made no sense...

In the school yard behind
came a lonely wail
with the strings of a guitar
he sang his lifelong tale...

The night air filled
with his silky voice
he was pouring out his heart
as though he had no choice...

Through the moonlit raindrops
he sang out to the trees
telling them of his sorrow
it almost brought me to my knees...

Although I never see him
I feel its something that we share
our lonely hearts of darkness
a longing and relentless despair...

I wonder what he would do
if he knew from the start
I share his lonesome secret
as I look into his heart...

Would he then release me
and burst forth into flight
a graceful swoop of wings
and disappear into the night?