I can feel the emptiness and sorrow that with me would abide
I can feel darkened shadows wrapping ‘round my world,
And the slimy tendrils of self-pity ‘round my heart curl.
There’s no light in this world, the one I know would be,
If I woke tomorrow to find you weren’t there with me.
There are storms and rain so sharp it cuts my face,
There are monsters named Fear and Despair living in that place.
There are no gentle fingers, only the harsh winds of reality;
They roar and howl, and sound their attack on me.
In this world of terror, broken pieces litter the dead grass,
They are the pieces of my heart, broken as if of glass.
The trees all laugh at me, because I am alone,
They bend their branches near because they know I’m on my own.
The howling winds tear my clothes and batter my face,
They, too, know I’m afraid to be in this place.
There’s no bright sun, like the one you bring to me
There’s no hope over the horizon for me to see.
It’s sad here, so sad, and tears slip down from my eyes,
They mirror the constant raindrops that fall from the darkened skies.
But the illusion of sorrow rips apart when I recall
That you’re still here with me, you have been through it all.