Broken Love

Written by: Virginia Mitchell

The chilly call of wolves
Troubles the shadow of my soul
Despair rips deep the heel of my youth
And my flesh holds no sympathy

Toll the bells in yonder glen
To bring the parsonage as one
Let tears fill the river Styx
And silence hush the agony of love

Rejection grinds my bones to powder
To be cast upon a cold north wind
There’s no shroud of warmth for me
While betrayal still walks among men

My spirit still quietly lingers
In the field were young maidens dream
Their hope remains until the evening
Then wolves come to feed