The Dark
It rears its head of hollow guilt, At the slightest provocation, How can I fight this morbid demon, From my heart does stir. It claws my heart and shreds my soul, To no one can I turn, Because with me the demon comes, To...
Lonely Heart
The clouds do flee before the sun, As my fears floan from mind, Your love is what I found, A red rose of spring, the greatest prize I could have ever won. At peace your love has left me, As if summer had come, The freedom of my labors...