When night get quiet and the dark grows deep,
Lost shadows steal my ability to sleep,
A whisper haunts the moving air—
The thought that she may never be there.

Her love, once warm, now feels so far,
My goddess of love, my shining star.
Pain now chokes the breath I used to sing,
Oh my lord... she is my everything.

My world turns grey, my steps grow slow,
A weight I never chose to know.
The sky feels lower, walls close in,
Regret and fear crawling beneath my skin.