It is in my dismay I find the ugly truth
An object of hatred not as distant as I wish
For fear of entrapment, I shut off
Your eyes demanding
For fear of melting, I remain still
The swaying meadows beckon in my dreams
Resigning in the bitter cold waist lands of night mares the pain, the screams
It is my sanctuary
My battle field the whole place of fear
It’s in your heart in your sole
Loves serenade is wasted demand on my ears
For faith and trust is to easily broken
Trapped in hues surely I will not be forsaken
Sweet embrace
A lover’s warmth
What a bitter taste a lover’s pain
A heart ache
Lovers break
No warmth to behold
This is the true tune this is the beauty
You call it ugly negative and mean
I call it truth
The ugly demand is wasted on my ears
For this is the true tune of loves serenade
