Apathy

When the tears are too comforting,
When the night's too warm,
Will I ever learn to smile again ?
Will I see the light of day ?

When the heart's gone cold,
When the skin's gone numb,
Will love be able to thaw ?
Will a needle be able to prick ?

When I lose myself in a desert,
When I hide behind a tree,
Will the dunes lift me to safety ?
Will the tree bend and reveal me?

Must I lift my spirits?
Only to fall again.
Must I open the door to sunlight ?
Only to be shunned again.