I never heard your cries
When you were hurting.
Nor heard the fact that you were aborting
The love we once knew, that now dies.
The absence of your voice has left me shallow!
Running from my demons I feel a shortness of breath,
But my breath falls short in comparison to our love's death -
To a love so daring, so hallow.
'Tis is why I shall never give in
To weakness, so that darkness may win
Rather I shall accompany by a new feeling,
A new sensation of healing.