Bereaving of the death of love, embraced by the cold winters of the absence, to beg and to have failed.
He'll fill the void in your heart or the emptiness I gave, and he will be the hands you'll hold when you're away.
Let the lightning hit your heart, burning the memories of warm nights.
And in the ravaging storms, he is at peace in your love.
The disarray of our worlds and the crossing of our souls, entangled in this winding mess, chaos brought us in here.
Let me rest on the sands of time when the salty tears linger too long.
I traced along the holes of the past, covering one-by-one with the fabric of strength.