Wicked

Set aside the pain of love
That tears the heart to shreds
Place the hurt to rest above
On heaven’s cloudy beds

Spurn the weeping soul entire
Forget the arduous curse
Leave the love for beings higher
Send it dead in grief’s own hearse

Upon the morning’s break of day
Find one more that you hold dear
To embrace and love along the way
Until it too ends in fear

Scared of sorrow in torture’s wake
For a broken love and heart
Never one pure but rather one fake
To prevent one more failed start

The anguish drives the mind insane
Bittersweet and sadly true
Holding on to hope’s last vein
That the person there is you

Standing stockstill in the doorway
Your face turned against the wall
I see it was in vain to pray
And slowly I will fall…

Shuffle Queen