The Passion Play

No one could understand.
That what we felt would never die.
Betrayed by youth, our love close to tragedy.
In the night cold tears fell.

Our pain is deeper than any fires of hell.
Yet in the shadows we always sought the light.
In this darkness we thrive to survive...

In past loves fate had his way.
Tide of time is against us.
Our love undying, spirits never waining.
We have the will to survive...
Another dawning day of the Passion Play.

Yet there's always a chance.
With sorrow lingering on shaky ground.
That everything we hold dear.
Could slip away in a single moment.
Without ever shedding a tear.