Hearts too have turned dark like the skies,
Cold cries echoes that of the birds,
Everyday an attempt to reach out to thy sought one.
There's a hope he tells.
Searching for that ray among the opaque,
Only he knows to pass a day in solitary,
Staring at the dark corner he a blinded man.
Let her go he hears, she an anchor that's too deep,
He is destined to sink with or without her,
He dived too deep, only can he see the light,
But not the hand.