Mark Eyre (01/03/1986 / Pontefract, UK)

If you looked with your heart
You would see the real me
But you look with your eyes
You see the betreal in me

You touch with your fingers
Instead of your mind
Your ears are deaf
Your eyes are blind

If you feel me with passion
Your fingers will burn
The paper drops faster
Than your children will learn

Let the sun set
It's doing it's job
Let the girl rest
While she sobs and she sobs.
And she sobs