Do you know of pain, the sting of a
Lover's kiss,
How often have I yearned, that this day
Had gone amiss.
What have I done wrong, to deserve this
Horrid fate,
You say you want my heart, well I serve
It on a plate.
You will not hear me beg, nor plead for a
Better life,
This pain I do deserve, and this pain is
Now my wife.
If the wind should blow, hear my
Whispered voice,
Give me access to your heart, and the
Wind shall then rejoice.
The land is put in darkness, your heart
Is cold as ice,
I've lost all sense of what is joy, now
Nothing is looking right.
Still I bare the pain, that never will
Recede,
I feel it to my dying day, until death
Gives out its squeeze.
