Time Of Her Time

She turns her face to the wall She sees hew sorrow there Puts out her hand to touch it Again & again Fingernail marks in the morning Wallpaper silhouettes Signs of her yesterdays Can't ever be wiped away She thought I would care Thought that I'd be there - Think again Your face I've seen in visions In silver rippling sky No feelings/reactions As I pa*s you by Weeks compressed into minutes This time is her time Let me just once Be crual without being kind (andy)