Burning cries of torment from the forsaken
In Grace Your elegance awakens me stirring the spirit
the magic of a womans kiss will make any man surrender
As you sleep in the twilight of dreams I kiss you without end
I confess my love for all to see I ask for your hand
As I read my diary I reminisce of your kisses so sweet
If I were your knight I would have armor of gold and surrender my heart
He stares through the cracks with swollen eyes there stands the monster
I hunger In lust pleading with love to forgive
I hear whispers from my soul the lament of love
none cares to listen as the rose peddle falls none sees
Physical misery torments me impaired for life my body is weak my lips tremble
Your selfishness love’s it’s compassion in your bizarre world of conceit
Your elegance stirs the spirit of desire as your beauty
love that once held me has faded into obscurity