≥Your Apathy≤

September 25, 1998

I canπt believe, if you should know,

That my belief in you still grows.

With no intention toward my way,

I still will think of you today.

Your apathy is sent instead

With fear so black and hate so red,

And who can stand against that wall?

I know I canπt, so I will fall.

I canπt relate with lack of face.

It takes you to that different place.

Iπve never been, I never will,

For when youπre there, that space is filled.

Your apathy on my behalf,

It melts my shield, it breaks my staff,

So who could stand against that wall?

I know I canπt, so then I fall.

I canπt pretend, if I could tell,

That I will think of you that well,

That when I smile, itπs really there,

That when I cry, you somehow care.

Your apathy I canπt describe,

Some other-worldly, sacred tribe,

And who can stand against that wall?

I know, I know. I canπt at all.