THE SIGN OF THE CROSS
At the sign of the cross
The dice were tossed
Another soul was lost
Just before the moon rise
At the fork in the road
A fortune’s told
Of grief unconsoled
Time runs counterclockwise
My only life exists
In your memory
My spirit only persists
When you think of me
There’s a room with a view
Where I look for you
There’s no clue
All my love’s in vain
I’m terrified
And I don’t know why
I begin to cry
Hope goes down the drain
The journey’s done and you’re content
But you’re the same as before you went
On your own but you’re not alone
You brought all your baggage your home.
