She came to me on the breeze
That circles the weathervanes
Leaving in her trail of loneliness
Those she pushed insane
So when she inhales
And it fills our sails
And we’re drifting silently to sleep
Don’t try to mind her
Don’t try to find her
Don’t try the mind she keeps

Oh, Amistha, you leave me lonely
Oh, Amistha, you leave me fear
Amistha told me she’d be different
Amistha’s words soaked into my ear

She came to me in darkness
Masquerading as a ray of light
Casting her shadow on daylight
That so long ago seemed to bright
So when she exhales
And the east wind fails
And we’re drifting our way out to sea
Don’t try to shake her
Don’t try to wake her
Don’t dream the dream she dreams

Oh, Amistha, you leave me alone
Oh, Amistha, you leave me needing
Amistha, you broke my heart again
Amistha left me singing
To her.

Scott Bradford has been building web sites and using them to say what he thinks since 1995, which tended to get him in trouble with power-tripping assistant principals at the time. He holds a bachelor’s degree in Public Administration from George Mason University, but has spent most of his career (so far) working on public- and private-sector web sites. He is not a member of any political party, and brands himself an ‘independent constitutional conservative.’ In addition to holding down a day job and blogging about challenging subjects like politics, religion, and technology, Scott is also a devout Catholic, gun-owner, bike rider, and music lover with a wife, two cats, and a dog.