Rusting:

(or Song of the Mangle)

-I see him hiding

In that place so far away

Where he was so beloved but

Will he ever notice me?

-I've always wanted to

Be with one like me

Who was forgotten and left

To rust.

-He stares out longing

And I see him staring

But will he ever see

That within

There is one who knows

Who feels

Who has felt his pain?

I think-

-My friends turned away

And left me to rust,

Broken and mangled

And rusting.

-My friends left me

And broke me

And left me to rust

In that place years ago

But how could I forget?

-I see him standing

Hoping for friends

To return and bring him

Back to that place

Where he was free

Of his prison cove.

-I have so long watched

As he wasted away

Dreaming and hoping

Left alone to rust

And I thought:

"How similar we are

If only he would see

That we are the same

Mangled broken and rusting!"

-I only want to remember those

Days when we were all the same

And think of those days

When we were all alone

And we never cried.

-Tears lead to heartbreak

And heartbreak leads

To fear

And fear will always

Encompass me for fear

That should he see

He would not understand

And I would be again

Alone and away

Lost-

Alone to rust!

-Will you see

One day when we are faded

And gone that we are

Similar?

-I will never

Give up that dream,

Even as I lay hanging

Above,

Rusting and winding away.

-Withered to never

Awaken and remember

And withered and rusted

And eternally wishing for a place

Where we will all be friends.

-I await that day

When we are friends

And we are the same

All of us the same.