Slowly from my shattered heart,
flows this crimson sadness,
And as my life gently seeps away,
you finally see the madness,
My life, it was already yours,
you didn't need to take it,
you could have had my heart whole,
you didn't need to break it.
I'm sorry I couldn't show you sooner,
I'm sorry I couldn't make you see,
That all of my love for you,
was far greater than your lust for me,
Your tears fall gently on my face,
and as I lie here I know I'm dying,
I can hear your gentle, sweet voice,
filled with sadness as you're crying,
'I'm sorry' you say 'that I could not see'
'the power of my lust for you, it blinded me'
'I should have looked deeper, and seen what was true'
'Your great love for me, and my greater love for you'
'please know that I would give my life'
'if for one moment I thought'
'that one extra second of time'
'for your life could be bought'
I feel a gentle calming presence,
Inside a quiet voice I hear,
Suddenly there's a ray of hope
As the voice, it tells me not to fear
'Your time has not yet come' it says
In my mind, I hear it loud and clear
'You see that girl, she loves you'
'She would give her life to keep you here'
'You must stay here with her,
and never leave her side,
hold her in your strong arms,
and tell the world with pride
that there is no-one else in all the lands
you would rather have to hold
and no-one else you've ever met
who in love has been so bold
as to offer their life to save your own'