The faint of heart never won a fair maiden.

A barren wasteland waits now for me
Everywhere I look, I can't see
Anything like you, there is no beauty
Of people not buildings consists this decay
Everything's fucked since you're away.
Once more I will travel, lifeless with doubt
The candle she held has slowly burned out.
And all these lost souls are searching for more.
But they cannot find me, and fall to the floor.
learned the hard way, with much less than grace.
Not truly alone, in this cold empty place.
Distance does make the cold heart grow fonder...
(this much I know, now is true)
Because everywhere, my lost soul does wander
I'm endlessly haunted, reminded of you.
Absence to love, as wind is to fire -
Extinguished the small, and kindles the great.