Spiders crawl on you On your shoes, and on me They spin their webs upon piano keys And so irresistibly, I teem For you, I could write one thousand symphonies As I watch you be carried off to sleep by some lonely ghost I ask myself "How can I be as happy?" Starved for language and affection My spirit is derelict and pines for salvation I celebrate myself, and sing myself For although I am a broken person I can find newness and joy in every day of my life I am scared of looking my inner child in the eyes and telling them "I love you and it wasn't your fault"