How many times have I looked at you
    And wondered where you strayed,
Wondered to what memories you wandered
    Or what secret hopes filled your heart,
Wondered in doubtful times 
    if you wanted to leave
To find another life where only gentle
    chimes echoed across the morning light,
And church bells rang triumphantly at
    midnight

I know I bring a fractured Love
    A heart pieced together at great cost,
Eyes scarred from too much seeing
    And ears dimmed with a plethora of sounds
I bring you a face marked 
    by time's relentless sculpting
A memory, circumscribed by joy and
    disappointments
A mind cluttered with unfinished plans
    And half-completed hopes
But most of all the Love and courage and
    tenderness I posses
And I only fear when I look at you
    withdrawn and distant
And wonder were you strayed.