Cold Street of Love

Fear of the past

Resides in the future

Our third chance is here

Why must we fail so often?

Love is fickle

The fickleness of which destroys all hope

And drives the heart into a dark time

Will our hearts be forever conjoined?

Will we march through the black streets of broken lovers,

Fearing only the wet pavement and the cold rain, 

Eternity already set within our soul?

Or will those lonely streets of broken love consume us yet again?