Bartimeas-Voltaire-P

Come here. Listen for a moment, Imagine with me. There sits a little house full of darkness, Devoid of life Full of pulses, Only one walks around. Sit here. Ponder for a while, Imagine with me. There sits a house full of women, Broken hearts Empty tears Only one still loves. Lay here. Hope for a while, Imagine with me. There sits a house full of blood, Absent of health Glutton of pain, Only one still bleeds. Sleep here. Pretend for a while, Imagine with me. There sits a house with one man, Missing his heart Loving their pain He is the one who sees-