Oh why my
sickly heart can tell
what I mean
after my fail

but not be strong
as to even tell
the sorrow of my heart
for everyone to sell

Had I but power
to overcome these things
were should I go again
but to only fall

from these my friends
I gain so much sorrow
but who can have joy
with out such sorrow

knowing the hate
of love so deep
only can I guess
of peace so sweet

My heart that is shut
my soul that is closed
I live in this darkness
within my soul

I have no feeling
I have no fear
learning so much from love
or the hate that is near

with the feeling of lost
and no direction strait
I am at an end
that is only hate

she meant so much
but when lost again
I felt only something
that no man can

a feeling of love
that I felt no more
has released itself on me
to tear at every hole

so now I am empty
like a used vessel done
I have only one thing
which is but none