I am going to walk along the shore Until my feet will walk no more, Till they falter in the sand By where you thrust away my hand. If there's a kindly rock nearby, I'll tear my feet on it, and cry Such scalding tears of molten ink. All my pen can do is think That love's a game for fools. It mocks the heart and breaks the rules, In league with fate the jester chief, The adept and dexterous thief Of all I dreamed I'd ever feel. Now all I hope is time will heal. I don't want this to be my truth; I've lived for love since early youth, Flown far and high, girdling the earth In search of something of true worth. Would the deluge could dissipate This heavy, leaden, numbing weight. My disappointed, stifled tongue Falters for notes, while love unsung Strives for cadence in the night. If only dark would bring forth light, Yet now my tongue is but a cross, While tasting bitterness and loss. The lightness of the storm-lit skies Illuminates my aching eyes But now the dark is all around And joy seems nowhere to be found.