Like a molten lava it flows

Grief grows

Deep hidden beneath

All the performances

Lies quietly another sense

Like a molten lava it flows

Grief grows

It stays with me day or night

Like a sense of smell or a touch

Blissfully unaware of its presence, but

Like a molten lava it flows

Grief grows

Nor better or for worse

I have acquired another sense

The night is dark and quiet

Like a molten lava it flows

Grief grows