The Scream (2008)

What have you done oh God of my heart

with love of a man you have filled every part

there was peace here once now it is gone

I stand alone though to him I belong

Why is it always the ones that I love

never return that gift from above

Love was supposed to bring us joy

but the one I love I seem to annoy

will I find peace in the dust of death

it seems more desirable than a heart bereft 

for in death is the comfort of peace

wherefore the pangs of life seeks release

no toils , no trouble , six feet below

away from the fates I have come to know

beneath pale moon and her starry sky

to you alone whose tears hear me cry

my heart and its parts were given to you

to what I have learned I have tried to be true

the pyre of desire and I walk in its flame

a prison I cannot seem to its name

conflict and strife abiding here now

in a place that had peace alongside my vow

a crimson tide has washed my soul

the seeds of desire have taken their toll

I think I need freedom if I am to live

but my heart to another it seems you would give

what good can it do him if he cannot see

the depth of the loving dwelling in me

why I ask why have you done this thing

where is the joy you hoped to him bring

I am your servant I'll do what I can

what hope can you have by my loving this man

this is no easy task you have given to me

the man is blind and he cannot see

how can his heart you hope to win

with something so tarnished and born into sin

what is his worth that me you would task

to living in pain a thing I would ask

I have no vision or see end to my pain

how to accomplish or acquire its gain

I am not worthy to lay by his feet

when daily I rise my own sins I greet

My light is so pale compared to his own

I only live by the gift you have shown

I have no fear of the death that you gave

only of my heart and being its slave

to stay on this path you must hold my hand

you know my past that always I ran

I'll need your help to see this thing through

with forethought and vision I will be true

you were supposed my life to remake

why makest my heart a torture stake

when in my prayers with you I did speak

to submit to the curse I would not repeat

I did not know what you had in mind

that when I relented what I was to find

a broken heart and the thoughts of my head

to tender to touch and I wish it were dead

somewhere I lost my iron will

to the depth of the feeling I desire to kill

so steep is the call that I ride down

so deep is the feeling wherein I drown

I call to you I am gasping for air

seeking a release that isn't there

where this will end I do not know

if it's your will on this path I will go

do I have a choice can I refuse 

this thing you call Love I thought was my muse

the table is set but dare I partake

upon the gifts that so make me quake

I want to run fast I want to hide

away from this thing I have always shied

you say there are riches things to value

I know them not , to me they are new

walking the world was so easy for me

rooted like others in this family tree

it's path is one I find hard to divorce

staying true to your choices and your discourse

should I leave my ranting and raving unsaid

when the sword of the Truth pierces my bed

you know I will argue cause I don't see the point

that with this feeling my heart you anoint