How hollow are my words?
How shallow is my voice?
Do I care or just pretend?
I care, I know and...
I think I do as well.

I reach and try to wrap
Those calling all alone
Words dripping with pained tone

I hold as I might
Ever so tight
But my shield
born from this dark heart....
Torn by cruel true light

Care I do
but it is for naught
For deeper than the sea
do I feel for all of thee
Hollow am I true....
For all the pain that you do feel....
They are wounds I can not heal.

To KW & GS