(I think this is like 2 years old, but I don’t remember.)
As I lift this misty veil
To see those doeful eyes well
With joy or sadness who can tell
This marriage of inconvenience will show them
No song comes forth from these bitter lips
Parched of loving saturation
Blessed neither with will or heart
Devoid of destination
Your angelic arms shelter me
Bleeding from these vicious blows
Walking down this narrow road
Neither knowing where to go