can there be happiness after blowing it with you?
Everyday I hear not from thee;
my sorrow grows repeatedly.
My love, like a beacon, I beam at thee;
how do you not see me?
My soul, like a foghorn, wails at thee;
why can't you hear me?
My heart is continually breaking;
every day it is taking to make it up to you.
Thy silence is death's shadow upon my door;
let it be cast there no more.
I sleep but cannot dream;
I hunger but can never be filled.
I thirst for thy words;
yet, they come not that I might find soccour.
Alone, into the darkness I ride;
without you by my side.
