No days you can borrow, no time you can buy. No trust in tomorrow. It's a lie. - Don McLean

Every thread of creation is held in position
By still other strands of things living.
In an earthly tapestry hung from the skyline
Of smouldering cities so gray and so vulgar,
As not to be satisfied with their own negativity
But needing to touch all the living as well.

And I love you so
The people ask me how
How I've lived till now
I tell them I don't know.<p>I guess they understand
How lonely life has been
But life began again
The day you took my hand.

Now I understand what you tried to say to me How you suffered for your sanity How you tried to set them free They would not listen — They did not know how, Perhaps they'll listen now.