These canyons of the mind
Built grooved over the time
That we spent each day
Was heaven, but now pray
How do I stop the flow
Of the river sorrow
When I can't get too far
Without feeling this scar
Too shallow and unhealed
Still tender to my feel
Even covered by bandaids
I just can't rip off what's laid
Down by the years
Of sentiment and tears
Can't liquidate this investment
So I write but can't vent