My love who cries in most darkest of nights
Whose solemn call doth pierces heart above
Yet blind am I, betray'd by useless sight
'I'm here' I cry, this heart to you my love

But to seek to grasp what one cannot gain
An impossible goal, never complete
Unknown to "let go", to burden the pain
Especially when, it's you that I seek

Unheard is my cry, the night is quiet
Timid, embarrassed - The tongue runs silent
It was too early, unbalanced - like clay awaiting its mold
And yet I still fear.
And yet I still hope.
It's you, I still hold.