He held a grim secret in his heart
a secret only he was interested in
how lonely is that?
but at least it got him through
a refuge in his thin and stale night
no footsteps scraped along the pebbled walk
not even a dog barking in the distance
he couldn't rest but he was too tired to move
there was no where to go
And halfway around the world
some Sufi scratched into the sand
Oh break my heart
so that I may learn to love.