Behold the spurns of life and chance,
They turn, they turn, with happenstance
Heart asunder, light and blunder,
A cloth so right, I might come under.

My eyes reach far, my vision spread.
Crossroads of fire, where might it have lead?
To hell and back, paradiso once more.
I choose the one of ill-fated lore.

Unorthodox, and unkind, it yearns for life,
Calling for mine, unyielding strife,
For you, I love, the world I give,
Don’t let me die, but let me live.

Live more for me, than I for you,
I miss our nights, the things we’d do.
A love so pure, remarkably so,
Bring us to our all time low.