I keep trying to find my inspiration Since my object of desire has gone
I know something inside has died For now my passion sings a different song
I feel her dancing on my teardrops
As I methodically search inside
I rummage for that pure ardent feeling
Sadly, my emotions run and hide
With this my imagination has diminished
I’m left standing, Looking, Like a weak empty shell
I just wish she would dance around my tear drops
For, I still remember how each one fell
By: Bruce Hackmann
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