pinned to the day by the knife in my heart
the hand on the hilt, at least it didn't twist
eye to eye, i watched it sink in

i've learned now
i cannot fight the inevitable
love and hope really aren't enough...
and dreamers are damned by their dreams, sometimes

i won't look back in anger or rage
the pictures i have are still beautiful
my memory is clouded by all the good, it seems

maybe tomorrow it will all make sense


i may be lonely but i'm not alone
i have my Family...


I am myself and my own.