Sometimes, alone, I cry

Sometimes, alone, I cry

But I know these tears wish me well

That time and birds alone do fly

I know that time they say, does tell

Uncertain lay the miles ahead

I pray my heart not to dread

Believing in the words the preacher said

I make and lay in the dirt, my bed

Blood diamonds are diamonds but vicious stones

They break and heal and grow my bones

It's passion and lust like gentle moans

But a burden too heavy for creepy unknowns.