Is it so hard to realize

What another's mourning mind

Is hiding behind its eyes

For someone else to find?

Is it so hard to suddenly see

A man with a broken heart?

What could those whispers be

That he's mumbled from the start?

Could they be a desperate cry?

The shout of a hapless soul,

Who when one day he shall die,

He'll relish the death knell's final toll.

Why can't you, the wise one know,

That the one that I write of

Is not a person that e'er shall grow.

No, not this angel from above.

Oh please, just understand

That when I speak of she,

I speak of none with hand

Nor of one whom the eyes can see.

I think and hope that you shall find

That this angel is in my mind.