Do you know that intense feeling of loneliness?
A tight, knot, wrapped around the heart, which snaps?
Gushing blood, tears, and all the dreams I\'ve lived
And hoped, still hope, exist?
Could you expect from the heart less
Than mourning at the death of his friend,
Even amidst the joy and bliss of fellowship?
I mean it\'s true, I\'m where you
Want me to be: here
Now. Not there, then: here. Now.
These are the men I\'ll grow to love,
Another thread in the rope, the cord
Which wraps the heart in such a fold,
It\'s helpless once its bonds are pulled.
This never ceasing cycle: Loving just to lose...
I mean it\'s safer just to drive away
Alone, than have to try and say
I love you to the girl whose back
Is turned and miles down the road
Beaten, beating out heart\'s chord
To another who is wrapping cords
Around her tender harp.
I mean...I want...I see...
Why should I cry these selfish tears
Reminiscing lost innocence?
My heart\'s in hers, and not with you,
The cord I\'ve wrapped has snapped in two.
So chain me Lord into your life,
And grant me Lord your holy bride.
Amen.