Despair floods the shores of my soul with sorrow.
Where is life, where is it.
My heart wants to hold the Sun in her barren arms.
She wants to dance in the rays of a
Brilliant afternoon.
Love evades me.
She dare not bathe my soul.
Brilliant afternoon.
Love evades me.
She dare not bathe my soul.
Every morning is a sunrise that suffers.
Anguish is the breath of this life.
Agony, my light of day.
Passion taunts me with her flame.
Her warmth is afar.
Agony, my light of day.
Passion taunts me with her flame.
Her warmth is afar.
I am left gathering the ashes of wounded wishes in my hands.
Pangs of grief sigh and wonder
when or how, if ever.
