• My eyes are sore, from tears I've born.
    Heartache is soft, and open.
    The sunlight shines, through our lost minds
    where words were left unspoken.

    I am that dark and cold nightmare
    where only winners are unfair.
    She's by myself, within dispair and
    sought to leave and forget I care,
    and hides her face and will not glare
    within a mask covered by hair.
    Them woven strings near a face so fair,
    that is scared, and wouldn't even dare
    to find that I am quite aware of this
    undetermined fate that we both share.

    But light is there and warmth is there.
    God is there, near the love so rare.

    Forever more, with whom I adore
    if only she could listen.
    But darkness finds and fate defines,
    the words that were unspoken.