Empty by Joseph E. Whimple Lyrics

I sit and look at
the words I wrote
no longer do they come to me
inside I am only empty

I would go on
to death this day
alas it is not my time
seems the vase unknown
would be far better
then this emptiness inside

As time flows over so slowly
one opens to others to find
they love...laugh...hide as I
together we walk this lonely road
of life...love...and words we wrote
filling and draining all that is inside

We pour out our soul
then we drink of others
yelling...screaming...crying
living and so often dying
the long vast road that leads were
to this complete emptiness inside
I shared you
you shared me
each taking what we need
now all there is to do is cry
for the hole of darkness
called emptiness inside