Shallow echoes

Well honey I have to say, it's only half past eight,

And already sick and tired, I am of that day,

To be done with it I wish, and go away,

From that hacking body of mine, I wish to escape.

See, it's that never-ending bursting pain in my chest,

Well , it won't ever let me catch a rest,

Ans as in so much as I could yell it out loud,

No one would listen as I feel just like a cloud.

I feel so, although my heavy heart is holding me to the ground,

I'm desperately searching a remedy but it is nowhere to be found.

I walk everyday over the old bridge and past the little creek,

But I keep over and over again missing what I seek.

Well honey I have to say it's now only ten to nine,

And I wish I had at last reach the end of the line.

The cars passing behind my window, on the wall are casting shadows,

I feel they are responding to the call of my heart in shallow echoes.