As breath fills my lungs,
a burning song, never sung,
rocks on black glass,
shatters the mass,
oh the simplest of songs,
could be sung all too wrong.

and oh the breath that fills the hallowed lung,
it holds and pulls as if were hung.
so breathe on me beloved, breathe my air,
breathe on me if you so do care.

Fill me as you would you fill your cup,
but don't give me up beloved,
don't give me up.

For I won't give up on you,
I will give you my air,
for I do care.

I care far too much,
to gaze and love yet never to touch.
I will not shatter the glass,
I will treasure it much more than brass.
I will sing your song on and on,
for yours is the song I love.

but my song is not yours,
my song will not belong,
it does not deserve such as you.

it is but a ravens crow to your Angels snow.
and oh, how our God does know,
I am to be alone.

and I accept my fate.