The Light of Love

It seems my road is never-ending
And I forgot where it began.
It seems that darkness keeps descending
Forever darkening the land.

It seems my life is ever empty
I lost myself along the way.
Although the light is ever tempting
It's in the darkness I must stay.

For it seems to me the Light of Love
Is no more than a pretty lie.
It soon flies off, like the mourning dove,
And leaves broken hearts to die.