I build my paper sanctuary
Of course it's temporary
But for now
Let pity teach thee how
To somehow be
When thy fair'st eye can no longer see
And remember me
The silver tint of clouds
Consuming crowds
The call of home
Where wild beasts roam
Are all things she remembers
Like glowing embers
Passed away in December
When I die,
No tear will leave her eye
No pain will ach her heart
She is my sweetheart
I do not wish her ill
But still
There is a hole in my heart I must fill
We were happy
We were fancy
Then that fateful day
Took your wings and flew away
Never to be seen again
Leaving you in vain
Fearing the rain