My Ashes
All the things that I neededAnd wasted my chancesI have found myself wanting
When my mother and fatherGave me their problemsI accepted them all
Nothing ever expectedI was rejectedBut I came back for more
And my ashes drift beneath the silver skyWhere a boy rides on a bike but never smilesAnd my ashes fall over all the things we saidOn a box of photographs under the bed
I will stay in my own worldUnder the coversI will feel safe inside
A kiss that will burn meAnd cure me of dreamingI was always returning
And my ashes find a way beyond the fogAnd return to save the child that I forgot
And my ashes fade among the things unseenAnd a dream plays in reverse on piano keys
And my ashes drop upon a park in WalesNever-ending clouds of rain, and distant sails