This morning I woke up to the sound of my insides aching It's become the usual On my way home I'll take some extra laps around the block Sometimes I don't even feel the cold Looking for somewhere to throw my stones Tonight I will lay down with a heavier heart then I have ever experienced But I think that if it can take a feather off of yours I can learn to be happy Or be something. Sometimes I pray that you might know I know I don't. I only know what it starting to look and feel like again.