Fall down

Kiss the ground once again

This mire too often my heart's desire

Pick me up

Dust me off once again

This mire too often my heart's desire

I create my own shame

Put a muzzle on my mouth when I get so very anxious

So very anxious again

Better off if things were left unsaid

Tomorrow's sorrows waiting there once again

The silver pinholes of the night refuse to sing their starry song tonight

Goodnight

(Well always go back, but not this time)