Paralysed From Love

I think I'm paralyzed from love,
When only the close ones let go,
Silent, lonely on my rocking chair,
This was her favorite weather, snow.
But everything now is contemplated,
My feelings, emotions and prayers,
Nothing is worth a lifetime,
May I die in my own nightmares.

She was the sun, in my Sunday,
The martyr to every living thing,
Now She's the dust, in the breeze,
She blows away when the wind sings,
I never made her cry,
She gave me everything I needed,
I never told her a lie,
I'm separated from her now, Lorna.

She was harmless, innocent like a child,
A vixen and a queen in the bedroom department,
It was the drugs that made her wild,
My straight talking wife, is gone, away sent