Eight billion of us but it’s just you and I.
In the mirror it’s your eyes that I see.
Through the noise, I hear your old cry.
In the mumble of your words, I hear a plea.
I have built wrinkles in the creases of sadness.
Against the predicated I medicated the pain.
Now I have more, I’m haunted by when I had less.
When the minds are wordless, the hearts abstain.
I’m sorry I couldn’t hold and reassure you.
Give you no safe place for you to hide.
Believe me; I know what you went through .
If I could turn back time, I would, my inner child.