If there never be one more word said
between the battered and broken...

Hope is lost
future is bleak...

I could think her as a goddess, holy, i'm unworthy...
i could treat her as a friend, when she needs me...

Without the truth,
there'd be no lies...

I once sold my soul
wicked hands on unwitting scrolls...

The words before my eyes,
never do they change...

If you wish to end this now
the lord knows you can...

Once lost, we know value true
but evermore do we seek again...