Shalimar
I am left in this darkness
Forever meaningless
What is left for me?
What is it I don't see?
Is it the shadow on the wall?
Or is it the creature in the hall.
The endless roaring of voices
The downpour of all the noises.
A father's love for his child
Or am I too wild.
Different in my own little way,
Changing and adapting, day by day.
Is it her fierce eyes you fear?
Something reborn in her
Don't you see her to be dear?
Or is she too much to bear.