Loneliness (II)
In my most loneliest does my heart wake
And in darkness of day I dream of you
And in my lonely, colder, tempered heart do my ideals quake
And a great tempest begins and stirs, still I dream of you
And in my sweetest and most noble of desires does my mind wander
Amidst the hurricane inside, still I dream of you
And though I find myself falling once again to despair, which towards me grows fonder
Still only, do I dream of you
And as my mind builds further fantasies
My heart traps behind it's own dark cage
And though you, my love are the only clear land I see
As I navigate rough seas in an ocean of rage
In hope of finding more and arriving at unbroken shores
I continue towards the long forgotten lights
Though I fear I may be broken down to my very core
Of your warm visage, I still think of, through endless, darkest nights
And though we now live in times of grey in this dark and dreary place
And though you and I shall never once again hold hands as once before
I still think only of your slowly fading face
And dream of a day when you are not just simply my lost Lenore
Though innocence and love may in life most illusive
And once warm faces in the crowd stare back with such cold indifference
Despair, giving in, is the force which is most destructive
And calls to God shall be met with our own deliverance
Do not go gentle into that good night
Better men than us have before waged their own fight
Rage, rage, against the dying of the light
We are not yet lost though we have lost much might
And though death shall have no dominion
For we are eternal in the hearts of our lovers
Never cease to challenge all opinion
For time stops when our change affects no others
And on darkest nights I find myself facing phonies
And though this world may indeed be it's own greatest lie
Never can one give in to the despair of being so lonely
This story is not simply just one of a Catcher In The Rye
And in darkness of day I dream of you
And in my lonely, colder, tempered heart do my ideals quake
And a great tempest begins and stirs, still I dream of you
And in my sweetest and most noble of desires does my mind wander
Amidst the hurricane inside, still I dream of you
And though I find myself falling once again to despair, which towards me grows fonder
Still only, do I dream of you
And as my mind builds further fantasies
My heart traps behind it's own dark cage
And though you, my love are the only clear land I see
As I navigate rough seas in an ocean of rage
In hope of finding more and arriving at unbroken shores
I continue towards the long forgotten lights
Though I fear I may be broken down to my very core
Of your warm visage, I still think of, through endless, darkest nights
And though we now live in times of grey in this dark and dreary place
And though you and I shall never once again hold hands as once before
I still think only of your slowly fading face
And dream of a day when you are not just simply my lost Lenore
Though innocence and love may in life most illusive
And once warm faces in the crowd stare back with such cold indifference
Despair, giving in, is the force which is most destructive
And calls to God shall be met with our own deliverance
Do not go gentle into that good night
Better men than us have before waged their own fight
Rage, rage, against the dying of the light
We are not yet lost though we have lost much might
And though death shall have no dominion
For we are eternal in the hearts of our lovers
Never cease to challenge all opinion
For time stops when our change affects no others
And on darkest nights I find myself facing phonies
And though this world may indeed be it's own greatest lie
Never can one give in to the despair of being so lonely
This story is not simply just one of a Catcher In The Rye
26-30, M
