Until the sun is bruised and the birds are gone,

I will be here.

So, if you want rid of surrounding eyes

then it's best you break my heart.

A word of warning before you do,

this smile you see now will never be for you,

not one minute more.

It'll be for the faint azure;

for the innocent laugh of my baby nephew

who doesn't know pain like mine -

I pray he never does.

The way the stars shine

even although they are oppressed 

by the moon's authoritarian way

of running things in this day and age.

My smile does not exist 

for you any more. 

Take a left now, straight down the corridor;

that's where you'll find the door!