Slain by beauty, in a pit of his despair
he rolls over to find, she\'s no longer there.
It was a heart longing for love, in pursuant of life
all he wanted, was to make her his wife.
Though she\'s gone and no longer his
he sits with an eye on the horizon, hoping she\'ll come with.
Back into his arms but not like before
into a future of brightness, love and adore.
Where they live for each other, day by day
that sweet embrace, it is this he prays.
Now all is left is to turn the other cheek
and give this gormless fool the greatest of gifts.
Of your presence, by his side
So he can love, worship, protect until he dies.