Matters of the Heart

Alone I walk the path of mine so weary yet no rest in sight.
The darkness silent as the grave I seek the ending of this night.
Will I be bound to this depth of hell never to see my love again?
To suffer through the end of time without my lover once my friend.
Hate has closed his heart to me has taken his hand away from mine.
I would give my soul right now to have his love just one more time.
Alas, I had to say good-bye to all I held tenderly in my heart.
I have not the courage nor will nor strength to give it another start.

A Dying Heart