I feel it, this empty whole,
It's in my heart which grows more cold,
It heals with time, or so I've been told.
The part of me which fired me on,
Burnt itself out, now it's gone,
Been an ember at the back of my mind so long.
The tears soddened the matches left,
They can never re-light,
The years left me with second best,
And third as of tonight.
The spark that forever pushed,
Her voice has been forever hushed,
Feel so small, my wings lay broken and crushed.
Though you can fill the void,
My enthusiasm has been destroyed,
I'm simply an empty body that god's employed.
The second half of what you loved,
Has dissappeared, and fallen off,
The face of the earth, and it's resting up above.
The hard times took no prisoners,
Killed anything that moved,
They shot me and they slaughtered her,
How could they be so cruel?
I stand here, this empty shell,
Wishing me to her side in hell,
Now my soul, to you I'll happily sell.
