So I sit while they prance along,
Along a meadow so bright,
They asked me to join them,
But my heart is bound by fright,
My garden is empty,
My flowers have died,
She plucked each one,
And planted them in her own garden bed,
So I sink to my knees,
I cry a heavy wail,
My flowers are all gone,
How can I prevail,
My rose has been snatched,
My lillies have been taken away,
Everything I've planted,
Has been sown away.

And if the skies were your waters,
And if jewels were embedded in your eyes,
Maybe by then,
Your treasure wouldn't taste like lies,
And if perhaps you had spoken,
For that which was right,
Then perhaps the guilt wouldn't eat at you,
Late in the night,
And if your soul could be seen on your face,
Would you still be as beautiful as you seem,
And if the debts you hold,
Could ever be repayed to me.

I was a tear
Streaming down her face
And I was a crystal
Illuminating a cave
I was a sparrow
I am a dove
And through all this
My sole memory
Was of my love
Where could she have gone
Where could she now stand
Is she oblivious
Of my search throughout the lands
And my nights melt into mornings
And so my mornings morph into days
Days and days of waiting
To be with her again.

Sometimes I cannot find the words,
For not a single word,
Nor a group,
Nor a scroll,
Could ever describe,
The love I hold.

I want to believe,
That we're more than just a sparse lie,
That it really was meant to be
You and I,
So I've sent a plea,
Up to the heavens,
And once my prayers are answered,
You'll be mine again.

Her life is not in the hands of her own,
She does not dictate it's course,
Nor does she see the untold,
And occasionally this eats at her,
Until she is hollow
Until her heart has holes,
And until her heart is the only one she wants to follow,
And although she occasionally does give into its whispers,
And although the pain lashes at her long after the deed is done,
A little hope reminds her,
That this life is not the only one,
That nothing her heart feels,
Is worth burning for eternity,
And that if it has been written
The moon will return to me.

Someday we'll meet,
Up in the heavens,
I'll run to you,
Past gardens lush and green,
And you'll rush to me,
Past sweetly tasting streams,
For perhaps this world,
Had kept us apart,
But now you're here,
You're no longer far,
And as we sit,
Beneath the cool canopy of a tree,
I'll remember all those nights,
In which my longing for you,
Kept picking at me,
And ill think of all the times,
You nearly slipped out of my life,
And perhaps I'll remember the day,
When I realised you couldn't be mine,
So all those years of my youth,
All that love that poured out of my soul,
It really must have been pointless,
No benefit at all,
And maybe we won't meet,
And I'll spend this life and the next without you,
And maybe I'll rot away,
Without ever siting besides you,
And of course the thought of this,
It drives me mad,
It makes me wish to tear the skies apart,
And cut up my own hands,
But my hands are not of invincible steel,
Nor are they mine to cut,
So I'll sit here hopeless, stupid,
A forgotten someone,
Waiting at an empty house,
I followed my heart blindly,
And it led me to the slaughter house