Did someone call you Sweetheart
when you had a child's eye?
Did you lay your head upon their lap
and smile at the sky?

Was your life a normal, happy place
for you to always play?
Were you convinced that those who came,
were really coming to stay?

Did you know at a young and tender age
that you were destined for greater things?
Did you know that the life of the world you loved
would be saved by your own heart strings?

Does your haunted life affect you now,
now that you know so much?
Do you often crave that innocence
instead of your special touch?

Was your past just a dream that wandered by,
one morning before you awoke?
Do you wish that the oppressive night
was always covered by daylight's cloak?

Are the shadows in your heart repressed
when the love of your life walks by?
Or do you want to cry bitter tears
at the truth that you both deny?

Did the mixture in your mind leave you
with unopened doors and gates?
Or does the glitter in your lover's eye
make you love your Holy fate?

Do you remember to pray to Heaven at night
before you close your eyes?
Do you ask forgiveness for killing people
when it's not your fault they died?

Is your love or calling a more important gift
when you think in the quiet of the room?
Do you smother your desires with duty,
and drown them much too soon?

And in that place before you fall asleep
and drift into the valley of peace and choice,
Does someone call you Sweetheart?
Does someone use your lover's voice?