If I had the chance
to give to you...

Dark I suffer in sorrow still
from deaths too soon departed love...

I step outside, a days work done,
As twilights' brief lights wane...

Once she trudged with me to school,
through a biting winter's day...

Once she trudged with me to school,
through a biting winter's day...

Gone.
My introspect now dismissed, I...

My pen is poised above this page,
an artists' canvas, blank and white...

To stand up high on Hadrian's Wall,
past meets present. History shows...

Limbs grow weak I fall
Resting near my birthing stone...