For Those Who've Lost

Through the pale reserves of sorrow

Mystery guides a soul reaper

To a woman shelled by her stolen Chance

Please! she begs; damn you! she cries

How dare you? Downwards she stumbles

Savior stands to the side

Distanced by his own haunting grief

Yet close enough

To be tormented into helplessness

By the hollow shell of a woman

Happiness had abandoned her in

Mystery, teasing vixen of life

Where do you hide the compass now?

Chance is lost, future blackened

To what end did you stunt this beginning?

Distinguish unto me the fate of her first

In her unrelenting descent of tears 

And the faltering strength of Savior

A whisper of Hopes tinkling laughter

Shakes them from their heart battered revelations

Don't give up just yet