To You




Pray, sweet,
Upon the sad and sorrowful day
When gathering saint takes you away
When my world's spinning stops
And all its bottoms become tops
When futility is all I've built
When birds don't sing and flowers wilt
When not so brightly shines the sun
And drunk on tears I've become
When morning's cold and my cold mourning
Has left me longing for your adoring
When through looking glass, nothing's seen
When the leaves are never green
When clouds roll in but not out
When my soul is filled with doubt
When no seed will ever bloom
When all the future holds is gloom
When thoughts fade and mind goes numb
And there's no changing what's been done
When you've no more use for thy heart
And mine has just been torn apart
Give me yours, give it back
For your heart is what I lack
And let me live, however long
With your love where it belongs
And pray, sweet,
While you rest, eternally lying
I will serve your heart, or die trying
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