my heart grows weary
thinking of you
and making a theory
my heart, being weary
so has my life, it's so dreary
for my heart's own desire
it wants nothing more
just security, sincerity,sanctuary
i admire the way it used to be
having you there, here with me
i had you to myself
before the world came and took you
leaving me in agony
missing you has now become a hobby
it's whati do best
it's part of my life
even in rest,
i am submerged in tears.
