My love
My heart
Love,
where love once was
Woe to me, mother
Etched into me
once your own, now fallen to ash
Woe to me, father;
withered beyond any grace
Bestowed to you,
a soiled image;
a curse upon the Earth
above my birthplace, with drooping wings
I will never save you,
for while a torn heart cries
I will one day find you, my love,
bathed in light
My love will fade
from cold weak hands
With drooping wings, I will never part,
for while I search for your awaiting arms
that I will never find
Our youth seemed endless
Now I lie here,
your cold weak hands upon me
A loss of life
A faded love, bathed upon your light
Bathed upon light,
faded love.