there is a blindfold upon my heart
hindering me from seeing what lays beyond
such sorrow for just one heart
confining me to pain so long
I have but one wish to breathe
with my last breath do i make
love is alusive as night to day
making it that much harder to believe
wondering if it was all a mistake
pondering for the words to say
where may my heart finally rest?
to find its place in a world of gloom
finding light where only death looms
I have yet to see
and so as I continue to stumble
I seek only truth to be
inside of a soul so humble
to the point of brokenness I lay
searching for love before my
heart is slayed.