The love for life, the life long lost
A wanting need, with comes much cost
Love; it is an aching need
My heart; she desires for it to heed
The word is law, behold and lo
it causes strife, causes woe
And then I feel a joy worth while
My heart, her song, heard for a mile
Ringing like thine silver bells
the clarion call slowly swells
Till it grows a thunderous drum
until the weaving comes undone
The ends attempt to strike anew
and build upon my love for you
To bloom unto its fullest extent
I mourn your loss and then repent
My loss has broken my poor soul
until your warmth can bind it whole
But now my fire has burned out cold
extinguished by your icy hold