Suffering and lost; a burdened martyr,
And yet my feelings hide when you come near,
Upon drawing close, my soul you barter,
A trade so made in purest vain my dear,
Please cleanse me to clear my foolish choices,
Use that ancient darkened wisdom to numb,
Go you now to hush these evil voices,
And soon in darkened passion I'll succumb,
Show me how with grace you stand your trials,
With hope in mind please burn my doubts and fears,
Hold my hand, we'll walk for endless miles,
And with us far away you'll stop my tears,
May you be lost in fervent passion stay,
For now I see you let my soul decay...