Fearing I might find for her some unforseen use,
I dragged her around like my faithful noose,
But don't you think I've loved her,
For love is a word far too strong for the poor.
I always seem to consecrate myself upon some hill,
And yet the stream of hate screams my fate into the dale.
Whispering holy words and shouting my sins,
I fall far short of your expectations.
A smile worn upon my face lies of happiness within,
But this is only the ridges worn smooth after years of turbulent wind.
Darling, I'm the stones beneath the waves,
Beaten smooth by the force of your indifferent heart.
Seeing the emptiness of youth and the selfishness of suicide,
I wander the grassy knolls hopelessly in search of the light.
In a land of darkness, his light should shine like the midday sun,
But some black veil has covered my eyes and I can no longer see.
I have turned further away from the glory, and blinded my eyes.
I wander deaf, dumb, and blind, but where is the light.