Wandering and pensive
Inspiration missing
The mind so expansive
Yet I can find nothing...

Though I open my mouth
No words can I speak
My tongue has fled South

A frightened small creature
Is all I've become
Caught in the headlights
Of impossible love

Guitars have gone silent
No minstrels will play
A note for the lovelorn
Lost in dismay

But, oh, if only
Some strength could I find
Then on wings of eagles
Set loose, soul would fly