Ever since my house burnt down I see the moon more clearly I gazed upon all the Edens that have fallen in me I saw Edens that I had held in my hands, but let go I saw promises I did not keep Pains I did not sooth Wounds I did not heal Tears I did not shed I saw deaths I did not mourn Prayers I did not answer Doors I did not open Doors I did not close Lovers I left behind And dreams I did not live I saw all that was offered to me, that I could not accept I saw the letters I wished for, but never received I saw all that could have been, but never will be My heart is like an old house, who's windows have not been opened for years But now I hear the windows opening Ever since my house burnt down I see the moon more clearly
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