Know

I know
When my head should follow my broken heart.
I know
If you shall prove doubt as wrong in love.
And I know
Just what to take when it isn't enough.
I know, you
Will bite the hand that feeds before it starts.

You know
What I need to know - what life shall throw.
You know
That your head is colder than the sun at home.
You know
Where your heart heals its sorry stabs and moans.
You know
That the time can hide how minds sink low.

Your sad murmur may deflate the sky,
And let the clouds roll weightful to the fray.
Crushing our deep knowledge of ourselves.
I send your soul aloof and through the dry,
And mine must sadly report to hell, far away.
Though with your disbelief of sight we'll delve.