Ballad
Behind tears that you won't cry,
Lies the bravery in your heart;
And a pain that cuts so deep
It grieves my soul, but we must part.
'Cross the plains where we have run
Flies a heart you long to know.
Over paths you showed to me,
It grieves my heart, but I must go.
I cannot grant you what you seek:
My heart was given long ago;
I hope that you will understand,
Or that you will never know.
You have closed your heart to all
And you've shunned the light of day.
Knowing this, and nothing more:
I have turned and gone away.
You will find a home, I know,
Because you are brave and true,
But what you would ask of me
I could never give to you.
