Touch, #14 Soothe my mind make it clear kiss my eyes they'll shed the fear of each moment you're not near. Touch my lips that taste a tear gently falling as you steer all my sorrow from the years before you touched the walls so deep of all the pain we try to keep so tightly buried that we weep when sins imagined start to seep upon the mirror that we keep to look so falsely on the sleep of tender moments that we reap to hoard against the demon's leap upon the love we yearn to heap upon the soul that gently weeps for every pain we dare not reach from such sad lessons we impeach of all the memories childhood can teach.