I sail through these times,
On broken wings,
Through unspoken thoughts,
And unrealized dreams.
I look for healing,
In worldly things,
But nothing will mend,
These shattered dreams,
My broken heart,
And my broken wings.
This silver arrow,
That pierced my heart,
That tore us away,
That kept us apart,
Has been removed,
But has poisoned this heart,
That still bleeds tears,
In worlds apart,
When you are here,
And when you are not.
You are the final piece,
To my work of art,
The final piece,
To this mortals heart.