Mother Mary Queen Of Hearts,
Dashes of salt into the soul.
Destruction, anger and rage,
Have now taken hold.

Talk of a future without a past,
Has left a bitter taste, in the mouth of a one-way race.
A hurt such as this will forever last.

No closure, yeah, no relief in sight,
Curse this thought that scourges the heart,
And give wings to the evil that brings this night.
For its darkness rules the lost soul.

J. Allen Wilson © 2003