• When i scurry throught the blackest of nights
    Ever so scared in what lays for my life
    Do i go everyday to put up this fight
    Or lay in my bed and dream as his wife
    The love of my small, petty dreams
    and to think as his wife would be so right
    It will filll me like flowy streams
    No darkness no fear no fright
    But if this stream should come to an end
    Do i put up with this crying fear
    Will he come back to be my friend?
    Or shall he leave me strip me clear?

    Should he take my hand or should i let him
    For my life would be so empty
    Will this be forever dim?
    Will my life be so deeply empty
    so much that i want him to leave me?
    I fall to my feet in the blackest of nights
    Dreaming of this and what it can be
    Or what if i have to fight
    Cry or sleep a wonderful sleep
    Dream or have a nightmare
    Feel something that should be so deep
    Or try to kill myself if i dare

    Take the word for this love
    Its so violent and so pure
    I love it to bits Its so vibrant like a dove
    I say this again it is so pure
    My hands on my heart as i prey
    I will never ever
    Let this go away.