Lady of Shalott
truly cursed this dying heart of mine
for God denied me in too many lives
to hold you in my arms and be with you.
truly sad every morning I wake
just for a glimpse of your shadow fading
towards other lives you’ve been sentenced to.
I am half sick of shadows and cannot see the sky
in this sad world where i must live without you
my heart endlessly bleeding for us being apart.
truly blessed be the unspoken day when we will meet
in another life, your hollow soul, my black heart
we’ll be rightfully whole again.