Witching hour, a bargain struck.
Two lives encounter reversal.
Gradually the love has faded,
the devil savoring each stolen morsel.

I feel so much, so very much emotion,
whilst revealing slight on the surface.
Nothing compared to this weeping heart,
this ache that encompasses my spirit.

I just want to reach you once more.
I need to love you again.
Only in solitude am I revealed
Only to myself, how can I be healed?

There is no confession worse
than a lonely confession lost.
I can’t take back the years’ impression
to erase this anguish created in joy’s stead.

Where is mercy, where is compassion?
I beg to set my soul to mission.
Ease this, that I may envelop new joy,
to find new love in this world of strangers.