Why must I be tortured so –
Left to rot in this deep snow?
Through all my pain –
There is no gain.
In the woods of my dark heart –
Oh, how I long to depart!
If only I could run away –
From where the dark branches sway.
As I walk through these woods –
Hoping to pass by figures' hoods,
There before me, I see a pool –
With deep waters, dark and cool.
Yet it is not some pristine scene –
For the surface ripples without moon's gleam.
I sit down softly by the shore –
My heart is empty. My soul is poor.
Without that light I held for you –
However can I show my feelings true?
You turn from me, even though –
My love is not to throw.
Whatever I had felt before –
As sure as ever, is no more.
At least, that's what I say –
To my heart's inward fray.
One day, perhaps, you shall come back –
You know to find me in that shack.
Waiting, ever waiting, I shall be –
Waiting for you to return to me.
It is only in that darkest night –
I shall truly see you have taken flight.
Away form me, forever part –
Of the Inner Heart.