By: Greg W Ruoff

Tired eyes ... tired mind~
but still, my heart beats.
I can feel myself
and feel that my heart...it aches.
I once picked up the pieces
to put myself together~
but again I'm falling apart...
...falling apart at your very feet.
This place where you dwell
is the neighbor to my personal hell~
but I have found salvation...
...a ticket...my ride outta here.
I've been to hell not once,
not twice,
but one time for every scar on my mind*