Carrying nothing but a heavy heart I floundered In the darkness, reaching for memories of decades past.

When I came to I stood Alone On the edge Between normalcy and Greatness Holding nothing But your discolored hands.

Oh, honey, when I trace the lines On the palm of your hands I grow Weary At the little time We have left.

No great dream has lifted Me high High Save the echo Of your falling voice Calling out to me Bitter for Recognition.