Happiness is no manna
falling from heaven
you've to work at it
over and over again

Tears like softest rain
Weep upon the night, soothing
Solace to her heart

Shadows stir - fog drifts
Lone he walks the middle path
He is not alone

In the fold of night
Whispered dreams upon the stars
Gently guide my heart

A lost soul
Drifting through this place, searching for a warm door
One that will let her in, to fit in, to lay in
tries its hardest to figure things out, out there
But it’s easy to see
It’s not fair
Not being able to drown in
To smell the scent of this secret sin.

The handwriting warm glimpses
Pushes the grief that always follow
The charge you consume
Plucks the soul you Bloom
the cold it holds beneath
drugs the ill that scars beneath
standing there with the whisper of fales that overwhelms
And and it grows until there's nothing underneath

The grief in me is swallows the air I breathe
Crawling, dragging me into its built of guilt
Behind its door of agony
I grind my teeth
Plucking the soul that wiltled
What a waste for the core you kept
I stand at the abyss
with boxes of the life I left
bourid her beneath
and let her rest