the tomb of your hopes
and dreams so frail
he was the moon painting you
with its glow so vulnerable and pale
she was the wind carrying in
all the troubles and fears
he for years tried to forget
he was the fire restless and wild
and you were like a moth to the flame
be ready to beyond the undivine prayer to God
as deaf and blind
the last night's souls on fire
bringing word to the question why
