The Heart .. The Pen .. The Pad..

He locks himself up at night
He closes the curtains, he wants no light
He sits down at a corner trying to stop the shedding of tears from his eyes
He holds his face in the palm of his hands for fear of his blight

He cries in shame
He has no one else but himself to blame

He takes a pad
He takes a pen
He writes down
What he thinks shouldn't be said

'I have long favored the summer'
'In the winter's breeze'
'The bliss of seeing thee'
'When I am about to die; when I try to plead'

God. Help me in my vain. The power I ask for. To guide me through the way. I plead to you. I implore. I ask that you show me. The road to go.

God will look down
And cover with His gracious hands
The circumstances to, which, I should understand

Lover's might
Sweet folklore
A tunnel ends with a light
But who is there with you to go down that lonely road?