CAMELOT FANTASIES

INVOKED TEARS

As I fly, playing music to your cry.
Will tears, create your fear.
Thru blinds I spy, do I hold it in.
Is it time for me to cry, or invoke the tears to stroke away.
To my dismay, many feelings come and go.
Crying is the way, to compensate for the pain to stow.
Even the anger, that's held had tow.
If time, was to pass away.
Would you then, make me say.
Will my life, ever pacify.
All those tears, for you that I have cried.
To know that when I fly, music becomes my cry.