Blank & Jones Loneliness
Blackness All is wrapped in blackness Covered overall Blankets of blackness
Can't even see my fingers In front of my eyes Moving like ballet dancers in slow motion
And a sound reminding me of Bugle calls Hurricanes my heart into commotion
But waiting is never wasted time Waiting is never wasted time
Even loneliness is full of life Loneliness itself is fill of life Waiting to be discovered
