These hopeless words I write down
Is causing this paper to drown
Soaking and devouring each and every line
Like my heart, this paper so fragile and fine
Heaven has me already a place
Where always I can look down to your face
If ever your life goes stale
Along will come down the hail
It is my hard anguish cries
Coming from my sorrow filled eyes
Wanting to imprint in your stubborn mind
That it is all truth with all I said
You’re my complete joy and all my pain
For this never will I be sane
