Of Keeping The Fire Down - Mortal Love

Now in hand, a choice ahead.

Buried in sand.

Once blessed, now dead.

Wake from my dream

so it may seem still I regret

And I make sure is?

All is gone

(To the hate hunting me)

Still lost, somehow.

To understand I must?

I dig with both hands

through a promise I kept

Deeper I love, more I awake

And all that I took

was not mine to take

All is gone

(To the hate hunting me)

Still lost, somehow.

(to the tears blinding me)