Heavy from flight, I’m drawn back to his call
My knight’s tarnished silver in the clutch of peeling, old halls

Echoing in me the breath from his head bowed
Clasped hands’ silent weeping unravels my thread perfect-wound

My grace is alight, on fire and
Charring my senseless, absent heart
Oh, my wings are reaching, stretching but
Confined-won’t deliver me so far

Help me hold you; relax your knuckles white
Help me understand these chains that confine me as an ethereal stoic plight

A bond profound holding a trust undeserved
Lets go of fear; this is no hellfire curse

Hand in hand driving off jagged cliffs alone
I know you, too, feel it, else you would have let go

It puts me tight on the rack
Heal my senseless, absent heart
He knows I can’t go back
But its tearing me apart

Oh, my leather-clad soldier locks away his drunken thoughts
Like the picking of petal, and having it tell you
“He loves me not”

Knock it back, your temptation
See me not as desperation
For love is facing fears alive