Man of Sorrow
Man of Pain...
Some days I just wish.
I could run and hide...
I contemplate this thought,
A thought of giving up...
Hold me to your willing heart
And let me - help me - weep...
The hottest love has the coldest end.
I opened myself up...
Hearts live by being wounded... |
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing. |