She sleeps in arms that are not mine,
while I must hide in night’s design.
In silence deep my sorrows flow,
the heart still bleeds, the world won’t know.
I lit the path with lamps of flame,
she turned aside, forgot my name.
The roads of love she wouldn't keep,
but wandered far, her vows asleep.
I washed the glass of heart with tears,
she sang with strangers, chased their cheers.
Their halls resound with fleeting song,
while I bear grief that lasts so long.
I sowed my dreams in soil of trust,
they turned to thorns, to ash and dust.
She promised bloom where none could grow,
yet left me lost in undertow.
O who will hear this tale I weave?
Of nights that burn, of days that grieve?
For drowned within my tears I stay,
a weeping soul till end of day
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