Why does the wind always force me so
to the depths of the self and shadows below?
And will it throw another to me?
Or has love forever escaped my glee?
How can i see the faults of before
when I hold the heart that only you tore?
And have you bore these burdens too?
Or do you pace with the steps I once knew?
Can this be true? And what now is real?
If my hearts taken, how will you feel?