• The words for you cannot be spoke
    For with these words
    Would come the essence of hope.

    Hope cannot come where there is none
    Wonder in the eyes
    Why must it be done?

    It must be done because nothing is left
    My heart now empty and cold
    Victim of cruelest theft.

    Theif in the night lying in wait
    I must fall for you
    Must taunt my very fate.

    Fate so cruel saw fit you to me
    In the heart love
    Alas was not to be.

    Was not to be for there was no hope
    Hope will not live
    Where the words will not be spoke.