Like the snow in winter My fall for you was inevitable. But now I’m lost With nowhere to go And no one to know So shine your light on my crippled form Maybe even show me how to live again Let me free from these bonds of tragedy Show me how to climb up depression's scree.
There is no strength greater Than the legs of a man fallen From love's heights to crater The mud who then crawls in The filth of false creators To rise and stand tall in The face of fate's masticator.
The puddles pretend depth With muddy murkiness Which quickly dries to dirt When passion's fire gives birth To love's burning star Of hearts merged from far.
I need a loving heart to win And a sea in which to swim Which boils but stands firm Strong enough for our sojourn To home in hope's future Where together our hearts suture.
A little corny, I think. But at least it's not my typical despair.