A moonlit era of unspoken passion that faintly echoes into day
collapse into an eclipse as burning bridges lay.

Misguided trust of secrets echoed while the moon was at bay
rips into the mindless flesh and terror soul as burning bridges lay.

They foretold the truth that should unfold as they speak  their say
scared little child as truth unfolds and burning bridge lay.

I look at you,
Through the veil of time,

Looking for you too,
Free my Lost Soul,

Your face is hidden now,
In lost memories,
And in dreams.

Love is only possible,
With a life with you;
In a time long ago,
In a distant place, half a world away.

You have taken hold of my heart,
I watch you playing, under the cherry blossom trees,
I look at you blooming into a beautiful woman,

A princess becoming a queen,
In the bright pink Seoul sunlight.


Loving you my dream is an impossible thing,
I will never embrace you,
My lonely eyes,
Only see you at midnight.

A dream that leads only to heartbreak,

At dawn every day.

Copyright © 2016 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.

So we often look for a love that will supplement us.
Don't!
I hope you find a love that complements you.
Adores you.
Respects you.
I hope you grow to realise that only Jesus Christ can supplement us.
He will complete us and make us whole.
So I hope you find a love that complements you.
Complements every bit and part of the imperfect you.

I don't care anymore,
I don't stare anymore.
It doesn't bother me,
for now I am free.

He said i'm pretty
when you never did,
now he is saving
My heart that you bid.

Perhaps you'd forgotten
my eyes that were yours,
yet you gave them away
but he, he will stay.

For though he won't love me,
that I do know.
Yet still he will save me
and you, you shall go.

This still my last thought,
my heart, for now bought.
I will not hate
for this be my fate

Now I will plead,
one thing, all I need,
I don't wish for money,
nor silver, nor gold.

Let me forget you
Let this drift into dust.
But don't let me regret you,
*Unless still I must.

waves tossing from left to right
my hope crashes against the next wave's might
quivering in fear of what would seem
to be the end of this never ending dream
slowly but surely this life will drown
without the help of the One with the Crown
thorns of beauty, thorns of grace
these tides cannot reach the place
where souls are snatched from distress
my SOS heard, saved from opress
oh Mark, how wondrous the word of your word,
my storms are calmed through our Saviour's loud Word!