Dear lord, Lead me away. Hurt still greets me In the hours of day. My loss of love Was extraordinary pain. And all that’s left is Your ghostly remains.
My body, Is here. Yet my mind, Is lost. My soul, Frozen, Covered in frost. And though joy exists, I simply do not. My brain In a mist, As my heart does rot.
The fire, Burns me, Cutting deep inside. Sparks do fly As I speak my mind. Trying to hide This relapse of rage. But it controls me, Slowly, Like a puppet on stage.
Darling, If only you knew. My love for you, Is through and through. Unconditional, And exciting too. No other soul Could fill your shoes. And that Shall always, Be our truth.