Whilst I wither, as you wear me down,
There’ll come a day I will sport no frown.
I’ll dance for life; the trumpets will sound,
You’ll see in death that I’m still around.
Whilst you whistle, and sing this tune,
I’ll rise again, your hatred did not ruin,
the life in me, that did expire too soon,
blood you spilled, shadows the moon.
Crimson shades devour a precious time,
two hearts in synch within a lovers rhyme.
Casting adornment we continued to climb,
a wretched torn cord of blood and grime.
Whilst you wander, in search of your way,
I’ve battled and struggled, alone I stay.
The darkness it dwells, teasing its prey,
taunting my strength, this darkness I obey.
I kneel before him; he’s gained my trust,
this dark, blackened heart tis’ near a bust.
When this darkness to you seems unjust,
please cover me with love before I turn to dust.